Uh-huh

Have you ever seen a hundred quid dirty in a bag that’s from Tesco?

Shoebox money, ain’t no escrows

I miss my dog, I had to roll back his eyes, the boy Esco

Trilly never fed the badders pesto

Used to hide the mashes in the wall, had to dig out the asbestos

Beretta 96, call it French toast

Never had no cold feet, I was soo deep, I had wet toes

Now I’m by the Alps saying "Let’s toast"

Get more money move further out the ends was the game plan

Had to blow the disk when my game jammed

Good with the numbers and I brave thru the storm, I’m the Rain Man

Nine-tailed fox, I got eight hands

Got a chick in every country that I fly, fuck a spray tan

They just tell me "Hit 'em when the plane lands"

Push the Range through the city, sitting comfy in the traffic but I open up the valves on the mainland

Load the machine with my left and I smoke with the same hand

Give my right lung to my main man

Shooter don’t graffiti but he treat a XD just like a spray can

You never seen a torch in a Taycan

Bro had the Porsche and a Patek, fast forward to the Purosangue

Aura farming, we the Aura gang

Talk a different language, when I speak with the bros, we got all the slang

Your Audemars Piguet got a awkward band

The folks do it 'cah they love me, I ain’t never had no paid hitters

We treat bullets like painkillers

High-ranking mob member, only see me round the made ****

Rose-gold shovels for the grave diggers

Ever catch us in the club, we like the knights at the round table

Roley crowns and renowned cables

Only listen to these rappers when I wanna hear a clown's fables

Not a penny what the clout made you

'Stead you sitting down talking 'bout what other **** do

If nothing don’t happen then that's shit for you

Cut from a different cloth, I’m a different suit

I been the trillest since they cut the umbilical

This hammer look like the last one but this one got a better grip

Scratched off the numbers like a betting slip

I grew up married to the streets, now I think I found a better chick

Still get you cropped out the wedding pics

Everything is written so my mind state is "Why panic?"

I’m on a lean like some italic

Yeah we had a friendship but it sank like the Titanic

Now I’m in the Bronx with some Hispanics

Streets ain’t for everybody, why you think they made the pavements?

These rappers acting street for engagement

Send my enforcer if you late or come up short on them payments

'Cause business and pleasure not adjacent

Till death do us part, hope I'm with the same brothers in the afterlife

'Cause I ain’t never had to ask em twice

You ain’t never sank coke in the water till it pasteurised

Yeah, I'm the streets, you’re a passer-by