| Fist fights had my blazer ripped |
| Probably catch me outside with the same old kicks (True) |
| More time, with the same old clique |
| More time, outside on the same old strip (Free the bros) |
| Fuck one time with the same old bitch |
| But the whip outside ain’t the same old whip (Skrrt) |
| Dodge blue lights, if I don’t, I’m pissed (Pissed) |
| Jakes want the whole gang nicked |
| Truly miss my nig, free bro, Jay Rich |
| All th L’s we took but the cake we flipped |
| That’s M way trips for more than a bit (Skrrt) |
| Uh, if I done it with six and the plug act up, probably jerk that prick |
| No lies told, you know how it goes, none of them boys ain’t hurting shit |
| Ran through thirty quid, I could really show you what worksy is |
| Man spend loose change on drip, still turn gyal to a thirsty bitch |
| But she just wanna ride it doggy, arch it properly, taste the tip |
| And broski slide like hockey, come 'round there and burst that clip |
| Reload the clip and just burst it, food or squares, we all work it |
| Twenty-four hours, we’re all working |
| If she got batty, I might work it |
| Wife a chick? It’s not worth it (Not worth it) |
| Same on the net as in person, them man rap, they’re just vermin |
| Told my young boy, «Stay earning, not long till we all blow for certain», |
| ayy (Blow for certain) |
| I was the man when I was a kid |
| Look at me now, I’m poor little rich |
| Still on the block, I’m still with the clique |
| Still on the stage, they’re loving my shit (They love my shit) |
| All we do is win, man flex like I all ever do is gym (All I do is gym) |
| I’m in V.I.P, tell broski «Go bring the groupies in» (Woo) |
| No chat for a hater (No chat) |
| Couldn’t care what they do or think |
| I hit a lick and bro made the drinks |
| To get to the top, had to double the figs |
| Had to get to the top so we doubled it (Doubled it) |
| That’s for all of my family struggling (Struggling) |
| I tell mummy, «We're cool, there’s no worrying» (Worrying) |
| Till the day that I die, I’ll be hustling |
| Look, I love my life (Huh) |
| Gyally said she love my pipe |
| Kitkats coming like Ku Klux Klan 'cause the only thing they love is— (Shh) |
| Me and gang came to the function, seven man up like I don’t like Sprite |
| Big back chocolate ting, back it up on a boy so sudden, Kinder surprise (Woi oi) |
| I don’t even whine at parties (I don’t), I just pass that one to my dargy |
| 'Member back then, she wouldn’t off them pants, pants came off when she saw |
| man’s car key (Skrrt) |
| Won’t take her for a Nandos, Portguese ting so I just want Nani |
| And she’s from Tottenham, my other’s in Highbury, scored on both, |
| North London derby |
| We don’t conversate with raleighs, R.I.P's and frees to my dargys |
| I don’t know dookie, that ain’t my chargie but I know shorty, gyally, she nasty |
| Gyal palm me, hardy, I’m classy, red leather seats, playboy like Carti (Skrrt, |
| skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) |
| I know they wan' harm me but I got a hitter and he’s got a forty |
| Definitely blast it, shit then, rahtid, double tap, click that target (Bap) |
| F line do numbers, food in abundance, looking like Dagenham Market |
| I knew life was fucked when I woke up and had to put bro in a casket (R.I.P) |
| All of that mourning, now I won’t stop till the whole team’s balling (Ayy) |
| I was the man when I was a kid |
| Look at me now, I’m poor little rich |
| Still on the block, I’m still with the clique |
| Still on the stage, they’re loving my shit (They love my shit) |
| All we do is win, man flex like I all ever do is gym (All I do is gym) |
| I’m in V.I.P, tell broski «Go bring the groupies in» (Woo) |
| No chat for a hater (No chat) |
| Couldn’t care what they do or think |
| I hit a lick and bro made the drinks |
| To get to the top, had to double the figs |
| Had to get to the top so we doubled it (Doubled it) |
| That’s for all of my family struggling (Struggling) |
| I tell mummy, «We're cool, there’s no worrying» (Worrying) |
| Till the day that I die, I’ll be hustling |