[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Presence felt in the church, I ain't even religious
I just made a new hymn in the name of forgiveness
Hope you feel it in your soul, let it play with your spirit
I just tell you how I roll, I get paid for my business
Every year could really be your last, shit
This year coulda ended when it started
Lose in the maddest way
Getting mad chest pains, I'm really beating my heart, shit
Still they say there's no therapy in a glass
I just say "bury me with a flask"
I am still just a pain in the arse, getting brave in the dance
Swinging my chain in my palm, dominatrix
Baby, come and roll with a star in a spaceship
I believe that having it all is just the basics
If my net allows me to ball, I'll throw it straight in
I'ma stunt for everyone on the slave ship
You'll probably hear that and get mad at me
But I just gave a year's salary to charity
My actions talk so I didn't have a speech
Get paid for syllables, a couple pound a piece
Family beg me to take a holiday
But I'ma rest in peace when I've got a way
How can my focus be getting on a plane
When it ain't economic to fly economy?
I backed up my phone to get space, had to give it room
Second time touring the game, I need bigger rooms
Now I've got a yard with some space and some bigger room
I just ate the game for my lunch, I'll have dinner soon
Picking rappers out my teeth, n****s swagger-jacking me
Swear you couldn't pay my taxes for a week
My album's on a plane, still rapping on the streets
So how the fuck are you getting on top of me, huh?
[Verse 2: Squeeks]
Lord forgive me, I've been fucking sinning
Outing pebs, counting bread, I fell in love with women
They just freed Paps out the prison
Now I'm doing tunes with Wretch, they wanna fucking listen
Man, they calling me the runner-up
I can shut down your ends without a hundred thugs
Man, I'm comfy on my strip, I gotta double up
I'ma keep bringing 'em with hits until the summer's up
Never eff another slut, bitches wanna cuddle up
Bitch, I'm a hustler, too busy cutting up
I've got a buzz, now they all wanna be him
Jawns in the drop-top, cars looking European
See me in my BM, speeding with your BM
Now your baby father's hating man, I'll see him when I see him
Pissed 'cah the Mrs wan' push my CD in
Calling me the greatest like a n***a's Ali-ing
No shortcuts, man, I'll tell 'em straight
Don't be living off my name, that's a lot of weight
I'll be pissing off the labels 'til I make a change
If you think I'm talking 'bout this money then we ain't the same
UK rap without the mix and blend
Pop's never been my friend, I don't follow trends
Me and Ratty speeding in the Benz
Man, I'm tryna cross the waters, I ain't talking Thames
I shut down your block, clean up your ends
Tryna run a marathon, I lost a lot of friends
32 shells beating off the skeng
And that's 32 bells ringing off a ten
They say I'm going in like my tag's beeping
Rap's getting me bitches, it's got a house cleaner
Yeah, I get brave, then [?]
We the reason why we got the fucking town screaming
