I'm like a hero in my hood, but I ain't into wearing cake
And what I do is from my heart, so I ain't into getting praised
This hoe from Paris staring at my eyes, I know she wanna taste a bit
Screwing up her face all night, just to end up facing it
Face the facts, you do this all the time, so you don't mind if I don't double back
She want my era hat and said she's mine, that's a double count
But I just play the game, I let her run with that
Not in 1942, but in the club I keep them coming
* the keys, just push the button, put my foot down, then I'm cutting
Turn the corner, seats are hugging me like I don't need a bitch
Spent two quid on this designer, bag is tryna send me crib
Like my mum did when she found out I was OT selling bits
And I don't ever go on dates, cause all this drip just make them drip
And how the * I make you sick, but you're still choking to your sick
She told me every time I slip, it's gonna cost me like a jib
Wait, does that make me a sim? Lord, forgive me for my sins
If you ever went and built a banging phone, then put your hands up
Ever helped her niggas when they're low, then put your hands up
Ever hopped in dingers with that pole, then put your hands up
Ever been so broke, you're like, I gotta run these bands up
I told Shorty, put her ass up, and then she put her face down
Talking all that demon * on Snap, but she can't take rounds
Now you got me deep and you're a catfish
* me is an investment, so I covered it with plastic
I'm like a hero in my hood, but I ain't into wearing cakes
And what I do is from my heart, so I ain't into getting praised
This hoe from Paris staring at my eyes, I know she wanna taste a bit
Screwing up her face all night, just to end up facing it
Face the facts, you do this all the time, so you don't mind if I don't double bang
She wore my era hat and said she's mine, that's a double cam
But I just play the game, I let her run with it
Not in 1942, but in the club, I keep them coming
But I just play the game, I let her run with it