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Yeah-yeah

Mhm

I already know, where I wanna go

I ain't moving slow

I'm gonna blow

Yeah, I'm gonna blow

I already know, where I wanna go

I ain't moving slow

I'm gonna blow

Yeah, I'm gonna blow

Came up inna council flats

No P's we ain't have no racks

Nothing but two beds, one fridge

Two chairs and about ten thousand rats

Mummy worked hard with that 9-5

And she done overtime, that's 9 and back

Lived in a house where the heater's bruck and always cold

So you know we had to sleep with hats on

But now we're living larger than a boulevard

The P's are blessing

Man, they put us inna foreign cars

If you see me on the street with a skeng throwing shots

Make a wish 'cause you're looking at a shooting star

Mum I made it, I'm on T.V., I'm a superstar

I'm humble but I got smoke, no cigar

These boys tryna pull my strings, I ain't no guitar

These hoes tryna gold dig, they can kiss my ass

You don't even know what man's on

I'll leave you soaked in blood like a tampon

Four hundred pound what I stand on

I got money on my mind like the Sam song

Say I'm young, man, I don't wanna settle down

That's what the girls said in carni time

But now it's money time

And all the girls wanna come around

'Cause we're in the spotlight not the background

Cah my boys ain't broke, nah we make pounds

Cah my AM don't shush, nah it makes sounds

Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown

Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown

Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown

Cah my bro them kings and they got crowns

'Cause we made it to the top from the damn ground

I've got hate for the war, Afghanistan, stop it

If you got a head, man, I beg don't chop it

If you got a skeng, man, I beg don't pop it

If you got beef, man, I beg just drop it

Shit, it's not easy

You can't get a locket for the coffins

Brothers dying, mothers crying

I swear them words they're horrifying

I already know, where I wanna go

I ain't moving slow

I'm gonna blow

Yeah, I'm gonna blow

I already know, where I wanna go

I ain't moving slow

I'm gonna blow

Yeah, I'm gonna blow

I'm gonna blow

Don't say I didn't tell you so

I'm the coolest kid from Africa

My money long, I got the stamina

It's longer than London to Canada

I've been sending shots with no camera

Just come and see

I'm at where you wanna be

And I ain't even in my legacy

The taste that you got is called jealousy

The taste on my tongue is called Hennessy

Have you ever tried grinding?

Nope, you just sit at home, real bored

While I'm grinding to be on these billboards

Big fat house with the silk floors

And I, bring heat to The Cold War

And I, bring waves to the seashore

'Cause I'm wavy

I'm gonna blow like a C4

And I, I'm gonna blow like Osama

I grind all day, no time for the drama

The money lost ago

But it comes back around like karma

I'm a lyrical soldier, my words are my armour

I grind everyday as respect to my mother

I grind every day for my sister, my brother

I grind as respect to the grave of my father