(X10)

(Roddy, run it up)

(HARGO Production)

**** gettin' blazed and start prayin' they get saved

Layin' on the ground thinkin' why they played this game

Well it's too late, family dealin' with some new pain

Now life ain't feelin' too great

I hit the floor five times, still why I wanna clip the 4's five times

More drivebys or don't I

Really, I'm a trap boy, I come up off a dope line

Co-hosting the T, I got the Co-sign

Now we rappin' bars

Different from the late nights when I was wrappin' hard

Blowin' in that dinger, hopin' we don't wrap the car

Now I can wrap the car

Nowadays, I put it on the card, that's a star

'Cause I can shut my eyes, tell you just how it was

And when it came fresh out the box, can you smell me?

They had to mail me, now the only mails from my bookings or LV, new collection

Cop three, that's a new selection

He got retired with the bine, didn't need a pension

Every time I exercise, I feel I need redemption

Or repentance but I buy another pendant

Lookin' through these Louis lenses

**** didn't care, now they're too intensive

I seen it so clear, it's only you pretendin'

And when I speak the real, don't care who's offended

When Trap was in the kitchen on his last whip

I was sittin' in prison on my last bid

Came home to the booth, couple quid and a half brick

Link Tef and grew a shark fin

See the clips like bananas, I'm plantin'

Make man shower down the strip like bad man from Garden

Came up off lines and paper, no margin

Shoppin' out East street market but look at me now

Matter fact, you can google me and look at my thous'

See the streets when I look down the isle

Sometimes it gets real, you gotta whoosh at the crowd

Bare face and pray the witness ain't lookin' around

Gang I made it out the belly of this shit

On my soul, I didn't think that we could ever get this rich

Til' my brudda came through playin', skydwelly' on his wrist

Rest be serious, you ain't know that there's levels to this shit

They got my **** in the bin, doin' lockdown

While my other **** on the road, tryna lockdown the city

All about the quid, if it's money then I want it in a jiffy

I sip the tonic wine til' I'm pissy

Before the queen died, we was gettin' live Lizzy

Ski mask way like Skizzy

These **** ain't rappin' like Jimmy

Tell em wrap it up like a jimmy

I really wish that I could rap like Akala

Instead I'm 'round the straps and the drama

Akh's and the Karla's

Ballers gettin' yacked for their darlings

Weed plants all up in the flats and we ain't farmers

This the positive and negative, thoughts of a predicate

Gotta watch the trigger cah' it's delicate

This the same spinners Bob shot the sheriff with

If I ever send you coin, it's repetitive