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I made my first grand from teefing an automobile
When I was young, never thought that I will
Then I passed my test in 2-double-0-7
I was killing MCs, 'cause man had the license to kill
Back then I had a Corsa
And now I got something that'll merk man
I'm rolling with a whip enforcer
Metal gear in the glove compartment
I'm on a mug ting, man, a rugby sports star
You ain't shooting bro, you're Lukaku
Ain't bought my CD, then I won't at you
I will hit man with my CD so hard
You'll wake up with a barcode tattoo
I got bangers, bro, I ain't stressing
This year, it's an anthem ting, I ain't messing
I can tell Electronic Arts wasn't really your
Thing in school, 'cause you ain't finessing (wow)
I don't drink, 'cause I'm a G
Won't see me with a Strongbow in a pub, G
In a fortnight, you'll be breading them cheesy biters
You're some Pizza Hut freak
Charisma, you won't hear man OP
Got big money, shopping, boy, you know me
Buying up Oxford, Bond and Regent Street
My real life is like man OP (wow)
And a few girls want me to have them
'Cause she heard every wish is now my command
If she holds the balls of a dragon
Sound too par? What you saying? Let's pattern
Roulette, either you're betting blacked out
Or red is dead, but you choose G (choose)
Gunshots? Man, just amuse me
I'm used to that sound, that's Call of Duty (gone)
I roll with bloodhounds, they got the crow
So much smoke, caught sickly throat
It could be bliffs, they're still on smoke
Sub-zero, yeah, still on smoke
Frost on the ground, watch where you step
Jump in the whip, no need to rev
I don't need the boost, I will spin on the spot, you still lose
Course, on this course, I merk the race
I came to shell down in the first place
Two big screens in my whip, no gas
I've got a double digital dash