South

[Verse] Seke Wop, I'm the heartbreak kid Large amounts of the bank in the crib After the show, get a chicken and chips Try to test me, I could never be dissed I'm having a good day, don't try me I'm not to be taken lightly Apply pressure on emcees Ever we got them looking around, they like 'Why me?' I had to dismiss you Hotbox in the room, drug misuse Everyday man, I feel blessed, like I just sneezed Oh shit, lemme get a tissue Woah, young Seke Wop on the flow I'm flexing, the nigga you know I'm on the throne Please can you take off your clothes? I get the power, then I ghost (ayyy) Wait Why you niggas so relaxed? If you wanna get it, go and get it Play with me, you get a smack Pass the mic, lemme check it Pass the hash, lemme bill it Pass the zoobie, lemme skill it I'm the only brudda winning I Dash the bait, like I'm fishing [Chorus] It's a lovely day, inna da south Peng tings looking all boujee Looking all tum, with the back so round Nike tick on my creps White, airs, I'm walking about Rose reup, coming loud Coming so tall, like Peter Crouch [Bridge x2] Since day one, I've been a rascal Never liked school or classroom South London be my classroom But my teacher was a prick [Verse 2] Lately, I've been feeling like I don't have to try, I just make it My man trying bare hard, but you're shit man, you're constipated My lyrics aren X-Rated, get the dough, then I cake it They say "money don't fall from trees", but I just raked it Please can you try to not step on my Lelly Kellies Kickin niggas, like Balotelli I am a G, and you know it's hereditary And my buds they be comin' heavy Please can you move from my face, bitch You're ugly, like Meg I don't smoke the stems Every time they see me, they're like Seke why you so leng? Wow Drip or drown Make no sound Come from the South of the London town Nike tick on my creps These niggas know me They know I just pull up and flex Ashbeck sent me a text, he said "make sure to cash these checks" Makin' the beat, then I'm blessed I'm blowin the dro, it takes away stress [Chorus] It's a lovely day, inna da south Peng tings looking all boujee Looking all tum, with the back so round Nike tick on my creps White, airs, I'm walking about Rose reup, coming loud Coming so tall, like Peter Crouch [Bridge x2] Since day one, I've been a rascal Never liked school or classroom South London be my classroom But my teacher was a prick