See that there yeah, that there is serious tings fam

I salute you fam, keep up your good, keep up the good work

And the things is, you're not even a road man

You're just a normal city guy, I know you're not in the city but

You're just a normal guy, thought fuck it

And it's proper tings fam

So, do whatever you can bruv, trust me

Uh, got a few people supporting me

But I can name a few that probably really hate the rapper me

But I guess it's just the industry

Ain't liking what I post cos they ain't getting my delivery

Pullbacks and uptrends and where the spread exists

I always hedge against my risk

Pardon me, my bad, that's just my trader language

I was doing all my shit before your BIT established

Yeah we tryna get a Vanquish, Uh

Until then you might find me overseas

Eating shrimp in Mozambique

If you asked a year ago I doubt I would believe

That I'm cold at this whole rapping thing with 2 Degrees

Yeah I rap with 2 Degrees

Did it myself out here with no connections

I took some wins and some losses

And I learned some lessons

But I'm still counting money, counting luck, counting friends

And I'm definitely counting blessings

Lay low, work hard, these days you'll never see me

100k a year I still can't buy a Lamborghini

But it's just enough to buy a home

Can't get me on my phone

I'm up in Harrods buying Saint Laurent, Uh

My brother you can miss me with the stress

I swear to god I want my family set

My brother I'm just tryna be the best

And eat these burgers on a Jet

Yo shout-out to my **** Krept

Sky dwellers was our motivation

Yeah I look at these **** like who you motivating?

You can keep your Tecs and your 44s

Cos the straps are Patek

The cribs got 4 floors

We're adding more

But thats another story

All these rhymes about your blades

Yeah they really bore me

You know these tool lovers, drill runners

Everywhere I go it seems like everyones a MC Hammer

I guess they only rate the gang banger

Or a verified trapper

So what I'm not a rapper?

Cos I ain't selling O's, touching hoes

Or getting on the gram and telling every body "free my bros"

But free my bros though

A couple mates in couple can's

They wanted mo dough

Cos we had no dough

Had to choose between moving straight

Or moving Narco Or tryna be Ronaldo

Was never Messi kept my record clean

Staying off the road was kinda like a whole regime

And now our meals are Micheline

We busy dodging all the fakes snakes and Billie Jeans

Trying to finesse the team

They dipping out when you start talking

But they quickly pulling up when you start moving

They want the spot when their shits dropping

But they won't push me all the way they want me half-reppin

Excusez-moi can I speak my facts

A couple people out here fronting like they got my back

As a matter of a fact

I'm never judging what you say

I'm judging how you act

But these ain't auditions

I saw the rendition but I want the lead role

Now I'm in the scene bro

I'm coming for these p's bro

And I'm serious I'm never funny

I spent a grand on some cologne

I guess I'm spraying money

Yeah, and we never slipping

A couple G's will drain your pockets where you keep on dripping

And we do the furthest from showing off on purpose

Thats how you getting caught probably get your jewellery serviced, Uh

But thats the street life

Swear on my own life I do this in my sleep twice

And my bars are real nice

And we still serving

I'm staying in my own lane bro I'm never swerving

Yo this industry's a funny place

I only been in it a minute got a bad taste

Tell you what I really hate when they don't reply

Then they comment on your picture saying thats my guy

I got them mad flows but will I carry on with rapping only lord knows

I'm just here with my amigos

And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O

And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O

Yeah, i'm just here with my amigos

And we running to this paper call me Cardi-O