2010, it was Nike gloves and peddles then

Over a decade gone by and ain't too much changed

Only difference is I gotta different whip

And the pictures I got fit a different frame

I've got rock like Linkin Park

Remember linking cats in the pouring rain

This bad one heavy on star signs

She said my hustler aura a Taurus trait

The quietest kid with the loudest pack

Turn this council flat to a brand new base

My young boy done a quick trip up to Manny

The pack came back same colour as Aitch

Pebble that down on another estate

Still hugging the strip like I'm cuddling bae

Lowkey, I treat the trap like protein

By the weekend tryna double this weight

I'm just tryna ball like the NBA

This is real life, not GTA

It was me and Biggie, two packs in the vehicle

Skrrin' to the ends, tryna out this weight

Shawty always wan' gwarn 'bout dates

But I ain't got time for a STK

Bro bought a Rollie, 18K

Cost a lil' more than 18K

Don't talk flizz on the phone, it's bait

Cell site, got couple g's on a case

She don't even listen to UK rap

But she knows in the trap we got Cench and Dave

Basically, gang, can't call her bae

Stays when I'm low, can't call her fake

Suttin' gets touched if we tour estates

Right up close, tryna bore his—

Different lives for different licks

True say life's kinda different now, I put work on a different strip

Different shorties in different shades

Depending on my mood, give them different dick

Fine line between rap and cap nowadays

I don't know what the difference is, you feel me?

I don't know

Different racks for different works

Trap, scam or go lidge

All three come with different perks

Bro got busy in the bando, but he got bagged for a different dirt

They ain't ever been outside

They ain't ever ever made a pack disperse

You feel me?

I prayed for a miracle, but I never got one

The next best option was bill me a line up

Shotting pills at the back of this festival

Maybe next year they might see me on a line up

Still deciding whether he's riding

I got something that can help my man make his mind up

Based off in this fifth floor flat

If they boom this door, there ain't nowhere to hide us

If they boom off da bandiz, mad chiz

Whole gang doing gymnastics, back flips

Can't get caught by the damn pigs, but we still gotta get active

After a long day grinding for cake

I smoke suttin' sweet, I'm a fat kid

Used to play ball, how I turn to a bandit?

Used to be cool, how he change on da mandem?

They say life is a beautiful lie

If that's the case, death is the ugly truth

We'll find out for sure when we buck that ute

Bro brushed the pack, and I touched it too

I love this girl like my ringtone

As long as it's ringing, she'll love me too

Twenty minute drive for a four on two

Still setting up shop out in Timbuktu

Different lives for different licks

True say life kinda different, now I put work on a different strip

Different shorties in different shades

Depending on my mood, give them different dick

Fine line between rap and cap nowadays

I don't know what the difference is, you feel me?

I don't know

Different racks for different works

Trap, scam or go lidge

All three come with different perks

Bro got busy in the bando, but he got bagged for a different dirt

They ain't ever been outside

They ain't ever ever made a pack disperse, you feel me?

Made a pack disperse