50 Grand

[Hook] 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house [Verse 1: Devlin] I think that I'm gonna be sick It seems like every MC is about Loves tellin' the poor they're rich Then they wonder why they're gettin' rolled on When they wanna try and walk round in the bits This is real life, no thrills hype On a reals, it feels like I've been impaled on a steel spike But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes It's the boy next door that kicked down doors and I'm back on an ill vibe (Alright) Twenty pounds on my weed Five pounds for my pint No swagger at all, just me And I bet I can draw your wife Comply with anythin' please I'm gutter, I'll do what I like I had a pipe dream in the grime scene Now I'm flyin' at withering heights [Hook] 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house [Verse 2: Devlin] (Alright) Ten pounds for my cab Some cheap wine for this skank I'm streetwise, you ain't, fact I'll fleece guys, you're gettin' wrapped Outside of the East Side is where I'm at Where fiends lie and make traps For these sweet guys that flash But when it's beats time, it ain't that (Alright) These times, I'm in the lab with Terms These guys are on a madness learn No peace signs, I'm gonna stab this verse Just to kill it, I'm able and willin' Rep for the boys, and the kids and the women Tryna get by in the times that we live in Tryna make a life and a livin' [Hook] [50 grand for my chain (That's not me) Quarter mil' for my whip (Skepta) 10 mil' for my house (Trust me) (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Skepta] I never had it, made it, saved it Spent it, lost it, gave it To people who needed it more than me Guys in the ends getting shanked for the P More time, I'm tryna show man the vision But it's like man are still too poor to see So I let man do their ting I ain't judgin' anybody, I don't want a law degree You see the rap lifestyle, and you wanna live it Celebrities and their worthless riches I ain't sayin' I don't want to make money But right now, I'm tryna do the right tings with it If I eat food, eat food in my crew See me and Dev in a cinema near you And when I pull up to the premiere Don't ask why I ain't wearin' a suit, you're tired [Hook] 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house