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That’s how we’re living life

Set that packs equal stacks

When it’s dinner time i’m hungry for that cheddar like a rat

What’s how we live our life

Set these racks upon racks

Can’t come between my money because I covered all the cracks

That’s how we live our life

Send this batch after batch

Fourteen weeks up in the jungle straight cash no tax

Yeah we’re living right

Live your life not your snaps

Take yourself out the picture before the picture sends you back

We stay on our grind

We got life to relax

Tryna stay away from prats smoke an opp and then relax

Said you’re out of time

We might, run him in the flats, then

Bun him if he’s gassed, no, body light a match

This is fuckin London

Where the dungeons filled with rats

And the roads are filled with snakes

So we, double on waps

You’ll be, ducking out of flats

And be, jumping out of cabs

If we, see you driving by

Yes foot floored on the gas (uh)

Whip it fucking quick

Double clutch and press the gas

Hit the fucking coast

Catch a boat and drive to damster

Keeping a loco

Live my life away from camps

Hit the fuckin plug for the cookies when I land (uh)

I got bored of the gas

Talking batty fucking bang

'til he rolls around in gangs (uh)

You talk more than a gal

You dont walk around with mammy

Catch you slippin with your nan (uh)

We might slip it round back

Then, slip you in the van

Take ya, way out to the trap

Then, lock you in the yard

F-Feed him like the can

He were, talkin fuckin hard

No more, actin like the man

Talk his fuckin cheek

We talkin 'til it bangs

I, spit it 'til it bangs

Making, money off of lyrics

Making, money for my fam

Making, money in reality

Not, faking for the gram

Gotta, keep your eyes open

Keep ya, eyes on the plan

Said the, price could be taking

Ya **** don't understand

That the, price is inflated

Can't pull the price of a gram

There's, no more debating

Wrap money in rubber bands

Trap cruddy in different vans

It's funny this wasn't planned

You **** don't understand

Lets fugate the fucking roads

Stuck to the fucking plan

Trap like I'm fucking sober

To stay away from the can

Respect all of my olders

Who taught us when we began

Whip it fucking quick

Double clutch and press the gas

Hit the fucking coast

Catch a boat and drive to damster

Keeping a loco

Live my life away from camps

Hit the fuckin plug for the cookies when I land (uh)

Whip it fucking quick

Double clutch and press the gas

Hit the fucking coast

Catch a boat and drive to damster

Keeping a loco

Live my life away from camps

Hit the fuckin plug for the cookies when I land (uh)

We hatch a plan to catch a man (what)

We smash and grab to build a stash (uh)

We dont slash

****, we ain't flash

My trainers look fucking rock up

My tracky looks fucking frass

My head needs a fucking trim

Looking like fucking trash

I don't give a fuck my brother

My pockets all filled with cash

Rather go and treat my mother

Than spend my money on crap

Rather go and feed my father

Than leave him looking for scraps

Rather stay in with my baby

You know my baby got back

Rather pay my workers wages

To know my workers won't slack

Coming on some boss behaviour

Behaving yourself is wack

Started from the fucking papers

To penthouses in the flats

I got bored of the gas

Talking batty fucking bang

'til he rolls around in gangs (uh)

You talk more than a gal

You dont walk around with mammy

Catch you slippin with your nan (uh)