Victorian Bed Spread

A lot of the things we did resulted in consequences

Many Lo Lifes have been in and out of jail for long periods of time

Regardless of whatever situation though

The Lo Life Ralph Lauren lifestyle remained the same

Green tux, Palace Polo

Shawty wants to offer me the cho-cho

Respect the logo

Knives divide your solar plex

Jet in the Tesla X

Purple amulets, Royal Oak baguettes

Move accordingly before we disrespect

Shawty give the mic check

Spit a good game, remain the same

End it with a perfect aim, what a fine dame

Frozen neck brace and platinum chains

Pure gold, match the stunna frames

Critically acclaimed

These guns blow a critic's brain, clinically insane

You dudes is mundane

Wrote verses out in Mindanao

Flow streamin' river now

Fam, these bars go on for miles

Tracks by the pile

Slice niggas throats open with a smile

Shit can take a while

Borleone two tone

Guess who's home

Out here lookin' like an 80's movie gang

Yo, pain is growth but pain can kill

Slain the wheel, Rodney Dangerfield

You cop a feel, I cop a grill

Cop a LaCoubrique, two bricks, cop a pipe

Cocker spaniel height

Cock it right, cock a van tonight

Vans and vintage Nikes

Whip the van, vintage bike

I make everything sound tight like a vintage mic

I put my image on top of a kite

So when I'm in a G5

I see my face and I feel alive

Looking down on my kingdom

King Juggz of England

Swigging pop, go shop, take the block to Finland

Sip Mirinda, fish finger, then I feed my fish

Read my list, take a trip to Spain just to eat my chick

You can keep the crumbs

I keep the cake, I keep makin' funds

Jamaican friends, you makin' sums

Bajan rum, I'm in Bim, let the monkey swing

Singin' all I do is win, with a chunky ting

The whole crew bubblin'

Fly Hooley, chef Juggz, Sonny Jim

Bars like a jungle gym

Smokin' some Moroccan on the sun lounger

You the type to drink the milk once it's gone sour

Henny with the cherry cola, Henry Roller

You can't knock the hustle, death to Eric Holder

Horse and jockey rocker

I'm off my rocker

Beat you to a pulp, Jarvis Cocker

Hiding out in Anne Frank's house

Smokin' Amsterdam loud

Milk the cash cow and I'm out, ciao

Eatin' lunch at Mr. Chow's, chicka-blaow

Got your bitch goin' boom-chicka-wow-wow

In prison, official heads wore as much Polo in jail as in the streets

You had to be a real dude to be able to keep your Polo

In the prison system where inmates would rob each other

For anything, especially expensive clothing and jewelry