Letras
I pull up and put it in park
By the time I get out niggas know it's a wrap
Your boyfriend was acting all brave
But a jab in the rave turned a man to a rat
I made 50 quid in a day off a rap
While they bragging about slanging a pack
I put 20 quid on his head
'Cause he sent me a threat and I couldn't have that
'Course I can move me a light, move me a dark, move me a reefer
It's beef for the man that I've robbed in the past
When they hear me on FIFA
That's why the trappers in my head
They session the game but they play it and mute it
'Cause my voice it reminds them of when I intruded
And I still do it
Like look at his door, you know I still boot it
Man to the mac with the blade, hacking away, he couldn't compute it
Man's got a regular guy, got a devilish side and I'm ready to use it
Am I a prick or a saint? Man I can't
Really say 'cause my life confusing
I'm whipping a new ting, and I'm hitting a few tings
Them man are just typing, tweeting but they don't do tings
I'm flexing in a new swag
I just hit the shop but they won't let the crew in
I told them that it's a real nigga free zone
So they done a gun finger alluding to shooting
Rep criminal Putin, rep criminal Kim Jong-il
Rep criminal ill, I'm tutoring
Study this if you're tryna get killed
Or you're tryna get true tings
Over a million spliffs been billed
Just tryna get true tings
You know how a real nigga feel
I flex on a stack, this track is a weapon in fact
Big clap when I shed on a prat
Zig zag and a zug and I'm zapped
Big pack and I vacuum the pack
Man turn a pack to a rack
Me and the mac with a mac
That's flavours that you couldn't hack
I'm on a level that I don't know what a novice is
Said I'd link up but that was fake promises
He been begging her to viddy all the orifice
We been setting out to rob post offices