Crisis

I was London boy, west 26

Now mr music man, they texting me quick

See ima

Mistake maker

Fixate on paper

& If you’re looking sweet

I linking ya later

Life changes

At top, you can catch me there

Please don’t interfere

I don’t believe in fear

I just believe in fair

Throughout the atmosphere

I Went from shade to the chandeliers

Darlings be coming all colours and sizes

Life preparation for any crisis

& any crisis my brudda are riding

Yo home boy, please keep all advices

Make sure it’s your business that you’re minding

Where was you then

Now a day we rising

Look in my eyes and she see the lighting

Fire in my belly

You pussie are hiding

Shooting up my clock, thats how I kill time

Hold my left hand but this don’t feel right

If your not high, you need to bill mine

I Mix the flavour in the zoot, like I’m Bill Nye

Born sinner I’m that born flower

We kill the snakes with the lawnmower

We will kill snake with the success

I Made a promise to myself that I’m up next

God said make it, that what my task is

Jump in booth and you’ll see the carnage

Put all my eggs in this rap basket

Diamond from pressure and all of the hardship

Right wrist I got my silver bangle

All this love burns, we need to light the candle

Complication, so hard to untangle

oh why oh why is she so hard to handle

I told her, sorry that I’m so late

& lately all my thoughts been on rotate

Shawty, think i need a smoke break smoke break

She gazing in eyes, is this soul mate

Bedroom getting crazy, I just call her Cirque Du Soleil

Mumzy tryna find me a rights, I’m screaming now way

Cos right now, I like my white women looking cocaine

Text from my old flame

Yo kambo, are you okay

& brudda we so out here

I need to make this paisā

I’m Loosing track of paper had to counts bares

I be struggling to count it

The stack like a mountain

& this girls coming fountain

Check

You won’t ever see my carbon copy

Need to get tukraa, gotta have my daal and roti

Glassie make sure couple ice In my rum

I’m destined for more than just 9-5 kaam

So many crazy fucking thought in my ser

Need to make sure, this lifestyle I gotta win

B, I see the lies in your ankhaan

I love it when that bund is looking Vadā

Export the dabā

I was London boy, west 26

Now mr music man, they texting me quick

See ima

Mistake maker

Fixate on paper

& If your looking sweet

I’m linking you later

Angel of my skies

I just need some wings

Make a diamond from my pain

This love cost me everything

And if the ground should move

May these skies could crown me king

Make my name go up in lights

From these songs that I would sing