Cinderella

[Chorus: Headie One & RV] Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea [Verse 1: Headie One] Re-up on bits of both Feds try do me for conspiracy, how they talking leading role? Luckily I wear these gloves, I could never leave my prints on those Can't mix pleasure with business, I've gotta leave this bitch on hold One day I can twin these rambos, next day me and Tugg twin these poles Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady, I ain't gotta swing this pole Pigs want the Gs on sosh One day I'm fresh home, next day I'm chinging and skeng those goals Me and RV on the opp block, that's Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole I told RV just slap it in reverse, been tryna put man on a t-shirt Tryna take man's blood home on this [?] tonight 'cos finders keepers I'll wrap both hands 'round a 4s and spin it like DJ Grevious Re-up on loads, lose weight and still ain't gone down to a medium They ask how I ain't got more previous, must be a genius Skeng blow like balloons on helium, the whole gang far from lenient Went from auto spinners and leaners, to servery workers and cleaners That's gum from heaters, to using pipes as heaters [Chorus: Headie One & RV] Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea [Verse 2: RV] Came outta jail, got me a shank and a sim card Score points on the opps, then I just dab like I’m Lingard Had no beans on my canteen sheet, now I eat steak and lobster Just re'd up on budge, and bro did a yay like Drogba Put 6 in your back like Pogba Real life shit no soccer Jump out do man proper Stainless steel for the rambo, but you know that the shells are copper Wave sticks like Harry Potter Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac and I go BK for a whopper Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia, and I make sure the battery's full My plug just gave me a brick, he already knows that it's manageable I used to wipe dust off of scales, this time 'round I'm bagging it all You was selling sweets in the playground, and I had draws I was trapping in school Rule number 1, fiends don't come to the crib Tell 'em just wait where you are, or meet me under the bridge I do the trap ting properly, I shot white and I shot b Moving all of this weight, I had to tell my worker to spot me [Chorus: Headie One & RV] Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea