Alright
Yeah
I don't even know how to start this
I never share my biscuits only with the crooks
and the misfits anyone can get our nitpick
If I say my * kicks,
so when I don't drop they need a quick fix
Now when I saw rocks by the quick fit my whole
state of mind is thinking that the state is a mess
Living rate getting lower in this blatantly stress was only
10 plus 9 when I was playing with text now about to make a act
With a lady in tech when I shop at Frank Johnson's when I am
Now got a whole room just to frame all my kicks
Old heads tell my tapes say I'm taking a piss
While they play the mixtape and they was breaking
your disc My bro just came home he done ate in the pit
Put so much ice on his watch you can skate on his wrist
All I do is rap in style and it make niggas sick
I rather eat alone than dine at the table with pricks
I'm in my new truck pushing through my old hood
Bunch of young faces I don't know up to no good
I sold sweets in my school before I sold wood
*'s changing rocking rose gold at the rosewood
These niggas green with envy we call them pesto
That's why the 9mm is part of the dress code
I was raised by Illmatic that's the threshold
So I named my XL Bully after Esco These
niggas woofing and they ain't got no
roots they just whooping I been left to T I'm still pushing
Never could you take my feral cushion
Lean on who I'ma show you something wicked
if you looking I shared the line with my slime
Like when we carried board trees Now I sip wine with a vine
They said if you don't seek you don't
find That's why I think of crime
My Southwest London state of mind