T-Pack

(The Beats Hub) (Sidious) I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that Ragging out a statement, I'm a winner, call it dingerland I'm sick of little pussies, they be gassing in their diggerland I've got to chop it and crop it, I got a bigger plan I don't wanna catch a case, I've got to blend it in a tipper van I rep Bradford, slums where I come from Scraping on a regular, can never get a punch wrong Not the type of place for love songs We're getting battered with a truncheon, fuck a piggy bastard Cushty living like we're Rashford, we're never actors Where I come from, it's full of fucking gangsters Grab a cali pack for afters They say they're for the people, but the government are bastards When the fuck have they once asked us If we wanna have a say in these disasters? Yeah (haha), 'cause we be getting laughed on Take from the poor for the rich, no mask on They be in the slammer for the rammer that they rammed with They be ringing man up with the Vodafone they crammed in The pussios are acting, never been on grafting They be on the pussy man, I swear to God they shafting I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that I got 'em gassing when they see me in a nightclub Trying not to drink, 'cause if I do, I fuck it right up And drop a pussy with a right hook I'm behind the decks, I'm getting suckies and a right fuck Hits 1:00 a.m., I've gotta tell 'em that their time's up I be on the decks, pass the mic, watch it light up Drive dingers for a laugh, might catch me on Crime Watch In the sickest jewels, Balmain, and a right watch Living in the fast lane, making money fast ways Know a couple brothers that are stuck up in a mad cage Makin' money mad ways, good days, bad days Could change, can't change, got to stack a fat wage Picking up the phone on a daily, because it pays me Cowie got feds trying to chase me Gyalies that rate me, pussies that hate me I just wanna make P's on a daily And I'm stacking, attacking, I'm never slacking, grab a cali pack What's with all the beef? I'll come and see if I'll apologize I've got 'em swingin' on a tree like an Orangutan Pass over the mic, I'll show you how I make a riddim bang I make a movement, wanna make my guap I'll make a cake with notes and put a cherry on the top And you know I boss it every time the track drops And if they're coming round to mine, I'm putting rubbers on my (ah) I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that When I'm ragging out a statement, I'm a winner, call it dingerland I'm sick of little pussies, they be gassing in their diggerland I've got to chop it and crop it, I got a bigger plan Don't want to catch a case, I've got to blend it in a tipper van (The Beats Hub)