I keep it kosher, I don’t need no drama

Only catching a fade when I’m seeing my barber

What goes around comes around; you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

What goes around comes around, you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

There’s always an older for an older

A lifetime looking over your shoulder

You can be a King next to a Queen

And still get Jack by any Joker

Late night living la vida loca

Daytime, bringing the dealer over

In the club with the Ace of Spades

But they’re just digging a deeper hole up

Cause some man are just empty, man are just empty

So they try to fill that hole with girls and Fendi

Designer doing up a trendy

A life that many do envy

But don’t watch what they’re on

When they take off the Dsquared they’re still back at square one

If pride don’t kill then pride will hurt you

Have your character out of shape

Make you wanna square up with your circle

Online doing up verbal

Come out of your shell like turtle

But you won’t let that go, forget that no

Cause man took a blow like Virgil

You don’t know death until you know life

Some don’t realise til they come alive

Come like a thief in the middle of the night

Thornton Heath when I’m whipping in the ride

Won’t mean jack when I’m living in the sky

I keep it kosher, I don’t need no drama

Only catching a fade when I’m seeing my barber

What goes around comes around; you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

What goes around comes around, you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

There’s always a bad man for a bad man

Tell a man no cap when they cap man

Man, I see man that are touching forty,

Shiro’s story when they wrap man

Catch man in the back seat of a taxi mad beef when they roll in gangland

See youngers touching the white keys and the dark keys, yeah we call that Santan

It’s a Psychodrama, trapped in the cycle of karma,

You might get away today, but you’ll pay at a later date, just like Klarna

Don’t believe the hype, read between the lines, he ain’t really a martyr

Hyping on the internet, but when he’s in the flesh, he’s all moving calmer

Don’t get killed for tweets, they’ll turn you to a hashtag

RIP on a tee, just cause you wanna act bad

There’s too many dying sons, too many crying mums, time to divide that sum, I won’t be a silent one, don’t wanna hear the sirens come

Dun all the hype, I don’t want blue lights here

Dun all the hype, you don’t wanna do that here

You don’t wanna get stuck involved

When they got the burner tucked in coats

When they beat it like Billie Jean

Just like Nicotine, you don’t want this smoke

I keep it kosher, I don’t need no drama

Only catching a fade when I’m seeing my barber

What goes around comes around; you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

There’s always an older for a next man’s older

What goes around comes around, you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala

I keep it kosher, I don’t need no drama

Only catching a fade when I’m seeing my barber

What goes around comes around; you don’t need bad karma

What goes around comes around, you don’t need the wahala