Letras
Years deep but it's only now
They start taking him in
I'm impulsive, I don't plan it
I'm taking a risk seven days
A hundred drinks and I'm breaking my SIM
I should win awards now for
How patient I've been
All them days in the bin
Toothbrush and razors just in
I pop a bottle when my
Bruddas get cases dismissed
Got an eighth in my spliff
Your bitch wants me to stay for a bit
Keep my name out your lips
They love me but hate to admit
But I don't fucking care
Imma bruck a square
Get it gone, ain't nothing spare
Franky baby
I've done porridge like Papa Bear
They see you shining and that
Fake love just appears
I used to be a runner, now it's LV runners
And I've got a couple pairs
In Prada summer wear
Probably why these hoes feel me
Like they mustn't hear
"Don't hear, you must feel"
A wise man once said
Or was it "walk and live, talk and dead"?
They know I'm certi
I don't need nobody vouching
I killed the game a hundred
Times but who's counting?
Four kitties in the front room gouging
Probably why I get the bottle and I down it
Rolling with seven in this brownin
I touch it like a it, I'm not clowning
I grew up on eagle, dunlin, falcon
Sad song, no tears, no violin
Should've been in school but I was skiving
I mean I was Crown Court trialling
I swear them black 110's done mileage
Franky baby got the hotline firing
Your man's a worker
Dunno where you think you're styling
The mandem said "you're gonna blow
It's just timing"
Who can I trust? Who can I confide in?
Money got thirty, he's still smiling
I miss my boy
They won't make another like him
Free Six, they won't make another like him
Big Flex, they won't make another like him
I ain't worried about a YouTube comment
I'll shoot man
Chef man and they know who done it
I've got no comment where mandem call (shh)
I've fucked up jails, go check my
Real one bang fam, I'll break eye-sockets
Bad boy for you but for me he's a sausage
They act like G's but their wifey's bossing
CFX, that's bad for your pockets
My CBT's put hands on watches
Big Crocodile Dundee Chuck Norris
If I tan man he ain't finna go orange
I said if I tan man he ain't finna go orange
In the Bentley coupe, banging 'Exit Wounds'
I know real G's praying that
They'll let me through
Cause they be rapping about some
Shit that they never do
I said they're rapping about some
Shit that they never done