Trench P (London City)

Mason

London City, they gang bang in Tech fleeces

I put a pussy on the spot like set pieces

I'm known for buildin' up blocks, I go to next regions

Sometimes my head gets hot and I forget reason

My hands was cold on the strip, now my necks freezing

I'm going cold on the drip, this is next season

Jailhouse reading, that was chess pieces

Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece

Probably why I'm famous and they still won't give me entry

The mandem said I really made the comeback of the century

Labels wanna reinvent me, but I'm Trench P

Hopped out the gate to a Bentley, you get me?

I remember I was broke, had to tip a quarter

No car for the block, had to hit the corner

Sometimes I still spin by, 'cah I miss the trauma

And over there I'm making hits like Tiggs Da Author

I'm live 24/7, what a sick performer, what a sick performance

Through the jailhouse I really missed my audience

These is big proportions

I made a hundred in amount and got shipped to Moorlands

London City, they gang bang in Range Rovers

At your crib like sixty-minute makeovers

I left that pussy on the yard with his face open

Now I'm home tearing tops like Hulk Hogan

I think I'm Steve Austin, tryna stone cold 'em

Four man, four hammers in this old shotgun

This a life you don't wanna stick no cold toes in

I'm always live, so the boys can't bring no GoPro's in

I on't like that, some tryna move the goalpost ting

That's the type of shit that had me out in old clothing

You ain't like that, I bet they tell you, "No Smoking"

I keep cats smoking, I keep hoes hoping

You ain't standing on my toes, you ain't encroaching

If I put this on your block, I bet it's explosive

I shoulda never threw that Z at him, that Z's thrown him

If that was my dawg, I woulda had to disown him

Why don't you tell them 'bout that jacket that I ripped holes in?

Or how I gave him all that packet, now his wrist frozen

But I'm a music mogul now, I feel like Rick Rubin

I'm overseas counting money with this big cuban

'Round my neck, it's danglin'

Time it right, I'll angle him

In the flesh, I'll strangle him

And anyone who stands with him

I think I might need counselling

I saw the dots and sanded it

And done the overhand with it

They know that- got blammed with it

London City, they gang bang in Tech fleeces

I put a pussy on the spot like set pieces

I'm known for buildin' up blocks, I go to next regions

Sometimes my head gets hot and I forget reason

My hands was cold on the strip, now my necks freezing

I'm going cold on the drip, this is next season

Jailhouse reading, that was chess pieces

Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece