I'm the voice of the streets like Durk

I'm in my cell tryna write these words

But first gotta cut up this work

Spend a oc and a half on a purse

And this bitch isn't even my main

Christian Dior for my third

Got my second bitch saying l've changed

Lately I been feeling the strain

So I’m smoking strains

Had to put bae in a red hot Merc

Had to put bae in a Range

I could take her all the way

Or I could play her like ukulele

Guns come out the new Mercedes

Work come from the 1980s

Spent a oc and a half on my babey

Third time this week I been raided

No pin no mask no safety

I raise it now he sitting on pavers

Yeah My bros are armed and dangerous

Your bros don't talk to strangers

How the fuck do you call that fashion cuz I call that looking outrageous

Spent a oc and a half on my jacket

Then I spent 3.5 on trainers

Every day I'm alive l'm grateful

Coz that's one step closer to greatness

Told her put her clothes back on

Coz I'm sick of seeing her naked

Encryption that's my language

I'm the Brickman just need Hamish yeah

They used to point and laugh

Now I’m up

Now my shoes cost a ock and a half

I left that bitch in the past

Now my future’s looking real nice

I’m at the beach with the guys

New pair of Buittons

They cost me more than your car

Look at my life yeah

Look what I’m on

I came up and now I’m in charge

There's no way I can live for a paycheck

Chump change won’t change me

My money ASAP

No wonder all these coppers hate me

I don’t miss a beat like CADA

And I don’t miss the way she fuckin nagged me yeah

Say it's over, gladly

Call my English girl like shag me

All I do's fill up these satties

Broke that bitch off the block like Cadbury

Oz and a half in the baggie

She wanna call me Daddy, fine

Lifestyle fancy I don’t go Magis

We don't sell nickels and dimes

Should've seen what I done in the wing off camera

He's lucky to still be alive

All the things that I done to his girl on camera I’m lucky we don't have a child

So much work in the whip if I get pulled over I’m going to jail for a while

Siren sounds

Her man gets wild when she call me handsome

Coz Patek Phillipe on the dial

They used to point and laugh

They were running me down now we’re running em down

They used to point and laugh

Now I’m up

Now my shoes cost a ock and a half

I left that bitch in the past

Now my future’s looking real nice

I’m at the beach with the guys

New pair of Buittons

They cost me more than your car

Look at my life yeah

Look what I’m on

I came up and now I’m in charge