Richest Killers Pt. 2

Captain K, do not tell harm I told him, shit mate What I'm going to do R. I. P. to the great ahh queen Lizzie Ought-a might-a drink my tea Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (huh?) Might-a get-a T, S, G Rapping on the U.K. beat Ran away to seek my dreams Sort-a like a Prince Harry But I don't like my mother Swerving coups like Dianna Her driver was a spanner (mmm) Talk back to me kid, you ain't got the manners (no) Dressed tweed, fur coat, you ain't got the glamour (no) Steady climbing up to the top, like a ladder (to the top) MTSG, real rich killer (yes) Try approach me (nah) I'mma pull the trigger Maggie in the ground, good place for a sinner But as for Brits' rap even she know I'm a winner And I'm only getting bigger (yes) Five-course meal, spot a dick for my dinner (mmm) Money coming in, making bands like a vicar (mmm) Blew up past year, came back six figures (what?) R. I. P. to the great ahh queen Lizzie (rest in peace) Ought-a might-a drink my tea (delicious) Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (huh?) Might-a get-a T, S, G (who?) Rapping on the U.K. beat (what?) Ran away to seek my dreams (what?) Sort-a like a Prince Harry But I don't like my mother