The Old Estate

Yeah, you know me son You know my face, you know my name The packs got sold And I got more than paid Yeah, you know me son You know my face, you know my name I came from nothing Now the whip's got custom plates The packs got sold And I got more than paid Still living on the old estate Had to lie low to avoid them jakes Still living on the old estate Even though it's hot (yes, yes) Not for the opps (no) I'm talking the fucking cops (jakes) Local shots, I did it all bait at their local shops (I did it) Main Brix, hid a thing on my waist (yes) What you know about a local bop? (What you know?) Are you widdit or not? (Are you widdit?) I did it, skidded, I'm off (woo!) In the trap making prof off charlie (yes) Now I'm in the booth like Charlie Sloth (fire in the booth) I got my Rollie on, take that Carti off She gave mе sloppy slop, she a narty thot When I let that bang, it ain't a party pop Yеah, they know my face They know my name, they know my spot (they do) Yeah, they know where we hang (yes) But they don't circle that block (what?) Cah they know what's good for their health They don't wanna end up lost (oh man) I gotta stay working, working (yes) Cah I don't wanna end up lost The packs got sold (yes) Then I got more than paid (rappers) Dragon pull off the L You know I got more than waved (high as fuck) Shave-shave, swing it (yes) Tryna ching it Approach with caution Cah you might just end up swimming Look (come on then) the old boys winning He's giving lip then I might just chin him Grab the wheel then the axel's spinning I've been in this game from my hairline thinning (it ain't no joke) Countless drillings Blood's still thicker but the drink keeps spilling (yeah) Pouring a pint on a Friday night We're them old school villains (oh yeah) Couple yanks tried biting the UK style but that's fine, it's blessed I can't dodge no bullets, I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest (yeah) Got an arsenal down in south, got a pig farm out in west So just drop one text, fly down the M25 no stress (woo!) Yeah, you know me son, you know my face You know my status (you know my status) So just shut your mouth 'Fore I put your face on the front of the papers (yeah) You got my number I've got the deals and I've got them flavours (nice) Got a grow next door You know I ain't got no neighbours (nah) I'm a local hero And I'm talk of the town And I'm known to the gavers And they've been poking around Had to ditch that phone And I chucked that bing in the back of the Rover Never pulled over, foot flat down And I can't drive straight 'cause I ain't that sober I'm a lovely geeza But I'm a violent man I cook rocks in pots (yeah) And smash heads with pans Knock knock, who's there I came to kick your front door down I go Jackie Chan Ping pang pow, I laid a man down Working the block like clockwork Out in the sticks with dust in a pot Like Gordon ram in a car That's another man rolled in a fag Got smoked I'm moving reckless Grab that man by the necklace Phone got robbed for the line (Hello) Texting his number, like look call this one next time I came from dirt and it all got dirty 30s, 2-2s, and 4-4s Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton And I made big, but I still want more More time on the roadside meant more moolah How could a man just let that go? Put in the work and the packs got sold on a mobile phone Get rolled in a fag, get poured in a pint Get sent back home in a black bin bag Coulda just left it, coulda went walkies But big Bas brought two toe tags Both hands on her back when I smash it We don't make love, we make magic She was speaking Spanish Got me singing love songs in traffic Yeah, you know me son You know my face, you know my name I came from nothing Now the whip's got custom plates The packs got sold And I got more than paid Still living on the old estate Had to lie low to avoid them jakes