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[Verse 1]
Hey, there's only one me
You ain't gotta tell me, I knew this
I'm active, you ain't gotta help me, I'm healthy
Kings row, sitting in Chelsea, bell me
Tipsy in the Medlar with the wealthy
What's that on the table? LP, Magnum, rosé, next up, LV
Wifey looking all spicy, Mel B.
Like I do it for the yute, then do it for the elderly
OG's sitting up OT out there, in and out cool like Kobe
You know me, real ghetto boy like Coley
Feet up, sittin' in the ends, cozy
I got a new young gunner, Iwobi, keep the mash indoors, coasty
Nobody owe me, Quaglife chose me
I wanna Carvery, phone up Toby
[Verse 2]
Yo G, man a OG, man knows me
OG'z over the top, Mans OB
Labels getting dropped out, no Sony
Two jabs from an OG, man OD
Hook mask on, not Bo Peep, I was OT with Catz, man's Mowgli
Need help with the target, fam, phone me
Last year, I hit my last three, man's Kobe
[Verse 3]
Duglife, got 'em sittin' upright
Grinding for the whole day, and I'm up nights
Some nights, bust more shots than a gunfight
Please don't talk in my car, Bug Life
I've had enough of West End, uptight
I don't glub right, i used to club light
I'm in boozers, filling up hooters
One more Stella Artois, it's a pub fight
[Verse 4]
Pub fight, we could swing now till sunrise
No guys with no jobs or love life
Drive with a burner, hashtag glove life
2 packs in the boot, this is all thug life
Tell 'em that's only one side, glove life
Text little D, "What's the club like?"
Said it's bopping, I said yeah, he said mums life
Now I'm rappin' this ting, gettin' tongue tied
[Verse 5]
Say mate, everybody vacate
Man normally go sleep, when I hay make
Chat shit, hit 'em with a bang like A.J.
Worse ways, hit 'em with a bottle like Dave Haye
I'm okay, mate, woke up a day late
Lagbo drunk with the girls from babe stage
Brandy, all in my blood like Ray J
Sex tape, oh wait, no wait, Mayday
[Verse 6]
Mayday, wouldn't even do it if he paid, mate
Labels wanna feature, I charge 8K
Couple minutes on my JDZ, AK
'Cause all my tunes get a pull-up like Jaykae's
I still remember the Grade A's
Back then it wasn't Lidl, there was Safeways
Grindin' hard, makin' my own paydays
I was shottin' food from my house, doing takeaways
[Verse 7]
Waving, man a sailing
Got Old Bill on the pavement, tailing
It's draining, but I gotta keep trading
No days in, money gotta keep making
No shaving when I'm raving
It's beard gang, on a bathing ape ting
No saving, bottles come out the casing
Heart racing, wish that I woulda stayed in
[Verse 8]
With the girl, they'll be loved up, on a Drake ting
But I can't, 'cause I got money to be making
Got a car and bike, for the summer day thing
It's not a public trans thing, I'm not Caitlin
I'm so A-M-A-zing, back in school I was roll-deep taping
Ten men deep, leave the whole squad blazing
All my enemies bread after the baking, it's
[Verse 9]
Baking, man a baker, got tech like Neymar, elevator
When I  turn up, been about since Deja
Nowadays man spin a emcee, our radar was
Me and craver, on the Sega
When the sheets got rager 'cause of paper
Got baiter, now man want a favor
Little D and P Money, the originator
[Verse 10]
Demonstrator, merking man are A class
Shotting A class in trees for the paper
Light saber, tell a man, "See you later"
Callin' my girls X-Men, Xavier
Since back when I had a pager
Top player, FIFA, we could wager
Don't play up, David Haymaker
Man are getting permed out and the straightener
Written by: Darrius Daquan Clapp, Le'Quincy Anderson, Trevon Justin Campbell
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