[Intro]
Turn the beat down
Yeah
Turn it down a bit more
[Verse]
Stayin' alive, but they envy
Soldiers stand in line for the entry
Ain't pay no mind to the temporary shit
I'll be stayin' around for a century
Been layin' it down on them mp3s
And now they turned around and gone against me
It's gonna turn around on them eventually
I want the thirty million documentary
Back the ends, they didn't have to ride
It's hatin' that made the batch divide
It's us that helped all you pratts survive
When it's up, we make somethin' touch the sky
Fuck them niggas, it's up for life
To live off Hollow, it must be nice
I cross the border, it cross my mind
I'm across the water in Boston live
Pardon me if I'm offensive, yeah
And pardon me, I never meant it, yeah
When I harbour feelings, I'm relentless
Just calm and easy, nigga
Hand the car keys over to my empress
And gyal know we deliver
There's candles, weed and dinner
And man didn't leave the villa
Man can't even hit my phone no more
Sat here thinkin' I don' t know no more
These funky yutes and I don't know their story
Fuck with me, you're gonna know the score
Handle business of my own accord
Love my kids, I hit the bonus ball
Isla says she wanna go Sephora
Okay, sure
It's just us for now
And nobody cares if I'm up or down
I'm holdin' on tight to my trust for now
Keep sayin' my name, I'ma bust your mouth
I just be loungin'
Look in your face and it's just denial
And I'm so full on
I enter the pussy then just pull out
Brought them niggas big business
Thought I'd train my mind up through fitness
Spent about a two-fifty quid, that's quarter million on Giggsmas
Just holdin' on to that basketball, but who's gon' be the dude dribblin'?
I'm sick, I'm noticin' symptoms
I scratch my dome while l'm thinkin', yeah
Behold the force
Sometimes you get lost in your lonely thoughts
I showed my hand and you showed me yours
When man was low, there was no support
You know, sometimes when shit's low, we whip up the stove cah man gotta hold the fort
And my bros and them are the coldest, when we're in mode, sometimes we go overboard
Father, can you please bless me? Yeah
'Cause man ain't feelin' too festive
'Member back then those barbecues with Carter, them and Joe Pesci
Strongest and we're the smartest shooters, man be movin' too pecky
Peckham man are too tekky
Circle ends and do rekkies
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