My beats come fat like her cheeks
She′s clapping it to the claps and the hi-hats that's sweet (So sweet)
Calvin briefs
My beats come fat like her cheeks
She′s clapping it to the claps and the hi-hats that's sweet
Hide that three-five in my Levi's, under my black Calvin briefs
I′m a beehive, cause the buzz around me crazy
Every two weeks another storm with a shit name
Blowing down the trees
But I′m smoking kush leaves
Stayin' alive I got bars for the bad B′s and the G's
Can′t get the scales to be flat in the back of the taxi
When I ran outta P's
I was thinking ′bout the times I wasted money
Putting twenties in the fruit machines
All that shit I didn't need
Guess I'm doing what I want to do in the end
Air Max 90 or 110 that depend on the weather
When they say I can′t do something I′m like pfft yeah whatever
Bally on in the street but you've never done a sin
That′s like calling yourself a scouser
And ain't got a purple bin (No way)
I ain′t seen someone squeeze
But the only hypocrisy I do is being zooted in the Chinese
Take the hint
Rules the world like Clint
Alcatraz is every house in the UK
Tryna escape to a better place
Waiting for the day that opportunity comes your way (We're trapped)
But you gotta make them yourself
Waiting for nothing ain′t gonna help (Nope)
Granny tells me wash your mouth out with soap
And my dad tells me what happens
When Man United go to see the Pope
I ain't tryna hear her
Nitty scoring loads coming like Alan Shearer
I got ADHD, I always need someone or something to occupy me, see
I can do it all by myself it's a gift
But I′m always reaching out for help
When help is a myth yo
It′s top notch, hop scotch
Jonnie Walker ain't sippin′ water
Ain't gonna stop ′til I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 stalker
I know I'm bound to make money
Cause I′m young and I'm so obsessed with it
Drugs, you shouldn't have messed with it
Now your all depressed with it, bulletproof vest with it
Bedroom′s a studio and my girl ain′t really that impressed with it
This big world's so beautiful
Hope that I get to see it all
Sittin′ in the bando one up like I'd eaten all the balls
Had to stop playing Pac-Man
′Cos couple man wanted a pack damn
Hard to keep on track
When your the only guy that's got your own fucking back fam
Got bars for everybody, please don′t be sleeping on my yet
Got your bitch feeling better and in this rap game I'm a vet
What've I gotta do to earn your respect?
Don′t like this one then skip to the next
Don′t like that one then skip to the next
Put up a cheque
Put two-fifty aside then spend that all on some creps
But there's always a better pair so I ain′t gonna flex that
She said it's mad that she saw me on the poster
Told my shawty that I′ll post her
She knows I'm sure lying, but I ain′t in the Cosa Nostra
She said it's mad that she saw me on the poster
Told my shawty that I'll post her
She knows I′m sure lying, but I ain′t in the Cosa Nostra it's over
