Midnight in Balans

How ever do you want me How ever do you need me How ever do you want me How ever do you need me How ever do you want me Look, it's me writing on the wall Late night dinners in the West End With best friends talking investments Midnight in Balans. Hatching plans For my nest egg, next 10 years you'll See who has what where was smart Who has and who hasn't, who had And then haven't, splash it all for the Drip is silly and sounds backwards If I splash for the drip, could be Covered in gallons but the five grand Coat don't keep you fed when you're Famished or when a pandemic's Gripping the planet can you manage In times of uncertainty Emergencies do you have it? Or was you too busy not planning And Hakkasaning, too many too busy Tik Tok'ing doing a challenge, these Are the type of conversations I am Having being candid can't engage if They are vapid, keep it rapid if the Chat is not to flourish but to languish Last five years I have really been Mashing big dough but can't stop Until the incomes passive, living off My assets, true we grew up poor We never had the access to the Information, finance was a different Language, when you've never had it And you have it, wanna have it large Instead of living average, hard to Understand if you're not from there Still I got here, now I see the game Clearer like Edgar Davids through a Different lens, in the highest bracket Who can offer advice, most never Seen in their life what I pay in taxes It's more money more possibilities Higher standards from Zoopla to Modern House I'm picking out a Palace, Farrow and Ball, picking out Palates, picking out paints, refined Taste I developed my palate, delicate Balance, my bank balance; fruits Of my labour and given talent, ain't What you make it's what you keep Age old adage, them cars are so Savage when climbing those ladders And make M's after runs like Mo Farah, man invest in funds I'm So thorough, man's got life insurance Got cover, man's from North West 10, I'm so gutter, but go White House Invite from Obama, man don't care For beef but don't mince my words I don't stutter it's still 'Suck yah Mudda' if disrespect is sutten that You utter, uh uh, I will still tun up I'm the same whether with the gang Or 1up. Not to tough to do a runner Too much pride can leave you under How many man coulda still been Alive if they woulda just backed Down? I wonder. Too many deaths Over nutten, and the reasons are Getting dumber and dumber, dumber And dumber, dumber and dumber I'm feeling number and number How you kill a man used to call your Brudda, how you kill a man and Used to nyam food from his mother I heard about a killing it fucked up My whole summer, one day we'll Meet again my brother, Insha'Allah Coming from a borough where it's Nothing but wahla on the come up How much mental fortitude must one Muster, got it out the mud without Hunter, I wanna live Hakuna Matata But product of my environment to Which I've come accustomed, I grew Up 'round killers, 'round fraudsters 'round shotters, I grew up 'round Dreamers, 'round genius, 'round Hustlers, grew up on the ends where You're taught a load of rubbish, my Mind was unjust so I had to make Adjustments, cos I carry pain all the Shit that's man's suffered, slave to Man's thoughts so I try to Fredrick Douglas, Jesus take the wheel while I'm playin Buju Banton In Jesus' holy name Have mercy upon my Grandson How ever do you want me How ever do you need me How ever do you want me How ever do you need me How ever do you want me How ever do you need me How ever do you want me How ever do you need me However