Lyrics
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living (yeah)
Ain't no turning back
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living
Ain't no turning back
Blasphemy (blasphemy)
Born sinner (born sinner)
Round of beef (beef)
That's a warm dinner
Hand of God
That's a war bringer (truce)
Chirps the ting from the k-hole, Bally
Horse whisper (check it)
Six in the morning
Deep in the bits no snorin'
I was in the whip cold callin'
Six deep through your door no warning
Perspiration beads formin'
Precipitation just pouring
Grips on the phone all ballin'
You could get shit for just stallin'
You could get shit for your future
Reputation and papers
I'm a foreigner with no status
Still baitin' man for them papers
Still paying rappers their wages
Still playing tag with them majors
Bout to snap so don't make us (yeah)
These basic opps can't conflate us (yeah)
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living
Ain't no turning back
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living
Ain't no turning back
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living
Ain't no turning back
Just bagged another stack
Put it all on black
Guess that's how we living
Ain't no turning back
Lifestyle, apocalypse
Piff back, Pukka lips
Pucker up, punishment
Stop 'n search, Orifice
BJ, polish off
Polish chicks, proper dish
Shot a food, fuck a snitch
Boris Johnson, fuckin' bitch
Semi on automatic