Life

Yo, what I actually did, they can't imagine

Sometimes I stop and think, what happened

A lot of shit, we ain't gotta sit around and dwell on it

Cause we gotta go and get it, get repetitive Make it make sense, buy a bit and then I sell

A bit Make enough money for the upgrade, home studio

Can't draw me out for pub change, keep it thorough

Record when you're sleeping, can't do it in the day

I can't do it in the evening, I just write this shit down and speak it

When I get behind the mic I'll first take it, I mean it

You ain't gonna do that shit, these fake rappers are shit

Look at my lips, actually rapping We only punch it in if it needs to be patterned

Like we can't just lay out the track, trust me it happens

I've done me like four songs in a time, you done your ad-lib

If I said it then they're mixing it No time for picking shit, stick with it

Unless they all said, stop spitting quick

Never could I resort to a fair sport I'm pulling your teeth out cuzzy fuck all

The square talk

Let walk the waters

We got a pyramid scheme, it's me and Mells

Throwing scraps to these authors and cocaine endorsers

And tough talkers, they act bad in the flesh but in real life they're cautious

I don't think you're hearing this, say shit with a smile on my face and I'm being serious

Dogs outside like they pushing in Siberia I'ma need the gold caps with the suede interior

Duffel bag stashed in the flat, came back ready stacked

Suited up like men in black Stuck in a weave and I've been dodging tax

See something that I want then I'm copping that

I got that cash on me, I owe you then you won't hear back from me

It's that time, wake up and smell the black coffee

Out of line shit, I don't know how to act properly

Look me dead in my eyes, the only thing you see is dead in my eyes

I said that it's fine, pulled up barely alive Brain dead, say less, left buried inside