Top Form (feat. Rimzee)

I know why they act like they can't see me Cah I done a bid and made that shit look easy Niggas wanna beef me cah they can't be me A thug's motivation, shit I feel like Jeezy Free my brudda K, he turned soft into hard And he just took shahada man, mashallah I know how it feels when you locked behind bars But now they mention my name when they talk bout the charts Chilling with my bae man, her hair so curly Thinking how much of my niggas never made it to thirty My life's been a movie, they gave Ant Man twenty years I don't go cinemas unless it's a premiere I wouldn't lie to you, I was in the can like an Irn-Bru Go L.V., they bring me to the private room Look how far we came, tryna shoot niggas in their face LB brought me on Wireless main stage A hunnid shots came with the nine So there ain't no escaping the bine Bullish really changing your mind New drip but that's old money Maybach in that convoy, my bitch chauffeur me Order twenty keys, now that door won't close on me I been getting rich just like I'm supposed to be Pop star but I'm straight out the ghetto Pornstar Martini, even in her stilettos Water in the kettle, watch it cool and settle Dotty hit you in the torso, leave you with freckles It's about to be a very hot summer Got old tings tryna hit me up but now I've got a new number I put a gram of Gusherz in a crusher I cop a mini Wray & Nephew and then I pour it in a slusher I was meant to hit the gym but I never I'm taking in the weather, I'm doing up leisure, I'm feeling no pressure I'm chilling on the block even though the block's pepper Anybody try and come through, they leave on a stretcher I'm still a hot stepper, I'm still a hot bredda Went jail, came home, now I feel a lot better Around the time Rihanna was singing bout umbrellas I was tryna start a revolution like Mandela's Black on black, everything cherry red leathers I told my nigga Jazzy that we're in this ting together It's not today, not tomorrow, it's forever I've got my niggas like a bird's got feathers A hunnid shots came with the nine So there ain't no escaping the bine Bullish really changing your mind New drip but that's old money Maybach in that convoy, my bitch chauffeur me Order twenty keys, now that door won't close on me I been getting rich just like I'm supposed to be Pop star but I'm straight out the ghetto Pornstar Martini, even in her stilettos Water in the kettle, watch it cool and settle Dotty hit you in the torso, leave you with freckles One mash, two clips, no three-fours Five guys in a six rental, man tour Y.G.'s singing the Drake, he pop corn Gunners stay top of the league, we on form, top form