Back 2 Back

Ha-ha, there's only one me

You ain't gotta tell me I knew this

I'm active, you ain't gotta help me, I'm healthy

Kings Row, sitting in Chelsea, bell me

Tipsy in the bedlam with the wealthy

What's that on the table, L-P

Magnum, rosé, next up L-V

Wifey looking all spicy, Mel B

Like I do it for the yute

Them do it for the elderly

O-G's sitting up O-T

Out there, in and out cool, like Kobe

You know me, real ghetto boy like Coley

Feet up sitting in the ends, cosy

I got a new young gunner, Iwobi

Keep the mash in doors, toasty

Nobody owe me, Quaglife chose me

I wanna carvery, phone up Toby

Yo G, man a O-G, man knows me

O-G's over the top, Mans O-B

Labels getting dropped out no Sony

2 Jabs from a O-G, man O-D

Hook mask on, not bo peep

I was O-T with Catz, man's Mogely

Need help with the target, Fam' phone me

Last year, I hit my last 3, mans Kobe

Thuglife, got 'em sitting upright

Grinding for the whole day, and I'm up night

Some nights, bust more shots than a gun fight

Please don't talk in my car, thug life

I've had enough of West End, up tight

I don't club right, I used to club light

I'm in boozers, filling up hooters

One more Stella Artois, it's a pub fight

Pub fight, we could swing now 'til sunrise

No guys, with no jobs or love life

Drive with a burner, hashtag glove life

2 Packs in the boot, this is all thug life

Tell em that's only one side, glove life

Text Little Dee, what's the club like

Said it's boppin', I said yeah, he said mums life

Now I'm rapping this thing, getting tongue tied

Say mate, everybody vacate

Man normally go sleep, when I haymake

Chat shit, hit em with a bang like A-J

Worst ways, hit 'em with a bottle like Dave Haye

I'm O-K mate, woke up a day late

Lagbo drunk with the girls from babestage

Brandy, all in my blood like Ray Jay

Sex tape, oh wait, no wait, Mayday

Mayday wouldn't even do it if you paid mate

Labels wanna feature, I charge A-K

Couple minutes on my J-D-Z, A-K

'Cause all my tunes get a pull-up like J-K's

I still remember the Grade A's

Back then it wasn't Lidl, there was Safeways

Grindin' hard, making my own payday

I was shottin' food from my house, doing takeaways

Waving, man a sailing

Got old bill on the pavement, tailin'

It's drainin', but I gotta keep trading

No days in, money got a keep makin'

No, shavin' when I'm ravin'

It's a beard gang, on a bathing, ape ting

No saving, bottles come out the casing

Heart racing, wish that I woulda stayed in

With the girl, they'll be loved up, on a Drake ting

But I can't, 'cause I got money to be making

Got a car and a bike, for the summer day ting

It's not a public transting, I'm not Caitlin

I'm, so A-M-A-zing, back in school

I was roll deep taping

Ten man deep, leave a whole squad blazing

All my enemies are bread after the baking

Baking, man a baker

Gotta tech like Neymar, elevator

Wanna turn up, been about since Deja

Nowadays man spin an M-C, on a radar was

Me and Craver, on the Sega

When the sheets got rager, 'cause of paper

Got baiter, now man want a favour

Little Dee and P Money the Originator

Demonstrata, merking man are A Class

Shotting A class, in trees, for the paper

Lightsaber, tell a man see ya later

Callin' my girls, X men, X-saviour

Since, back when I had a pager

Top player, FIFA, we could wager

Don't play up, David Haymaker

Man are getting permed out in a straightener