Round 2

They say love makes you happy, well this paper can too So I ain't chasin' no chick unless she raised a mans yute (trust) Everybody's blessed, shit, I just pray I am too But I got devils on my side like a play for Man-U But I bounce back Catch me in Moston with my trap players (skrr) Or in Soho House with some tax payers Young Aitch, ain't no fold in my game I make stacks in the sun, in the snow, in the rain I was seventeen, hundred thou, eighteen, two fifths Nineteen, few mill', twenty, was stupid Twenty-one, old news, twenty-two, new shit Twenty-three, still hot, don't say I don't do this (woo) Copped a lot of bricks, you know I got it how I live Shit I got ones that I can rent and I got ones that I can flip Tickin' boxes of my checklist when I drop another hit Then go and drop another ticket on a property and whip, shit You know it's A-I Tizzy, babe Changed my city, know I make my Lizzy, babe, yeah Cocaine white, Mizzy May Ain't no biggie, two-fifty, that's chicken change (Skrr) Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop This one's for all my grinders raised on the block Yeah, steady makin' their prof' This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap Yeah, who was raised in the streets? Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make P's I ain't tripping 'bout a hater, stay in line and keep it stepping' Got a watch for everyday, but ain't got time to answer questions We can talk a bit of business, I ain't tryna be your bredrin If I can't see money signs, then I'm slidin' in a second (yeah) Big boss, big stones in my wristwatch Royal Oak rose gold way before TikTok I was getting low blows way before lip shots Honestly I'm so cold I'm frozen, I've been hot I'm goated, ain't been topped, they know when the king drops Them jokers have been opps, they choke when the pin drops Yeah, still with the loccs at the chip shop Still puttin' all my pink notes in a kick box Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop This one's for all my grinders raised on the block Yeah, steady makin' their prof' This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap Yeah, who was raised in the streets Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make P's (whoa, whoa)