[Intro]
(Gotcha)
[Verse]
Aggressive with the fist, little knuckle on the wrist
Do a flick, gets pissed if I pull up with the stick
I'm born to take a risk, and you know I never miss
And we hate, never rate, but you know they never diss
And I'll always reminisce, yeah, me brothers, so I'm pissed
So I'm fucked and I'm tapped, but I'm blessed he gave me this
Now I'm rappin' with me spliff, and me life's took a twist
And I do it for me mum, for me ring and me sis
But I'm fucking with resist, bipolar, proper swiff
Flip a block, spend a quid, then it's back to being pissed
Goin' sick, write a list, all the kids I wanna kick
Then I think once again, triple six, talkin' this
So I'm slow to show 'em bliss, I'm a flow just want a twist
Like Mike, I'm proper swiff, throw a right, now he's kipped
And I'm laughing 'cause I'm sick, a tap little kid
I wanna go to bank, but I can't 'cause I'm skinned
So I'm rollin' with a mask, no cash, in a spliff
I'm totin' on the fritz, that's the apple, pass the mitz
'Cause the apple, yeah, it hits, like a fighter, yeah, it kicks
Few tokes now I'm whiffed, now I'm up like a lick
Caught a jam now a strip, job done, that's the script
Get it solved, get a quid, another (Day in the mix)
I want a Rollie on the wrist, so I'm smoky like a mist
Got Gucci on the list, I want Prada as me kicks
Valentino lookin' sick, and the Fendi lookin' lit
I'ma write till I'm rich, in the light, on the pitch
On the snipe like I'm swish, and I'm live like I'm Twitch
Another guy, another bitch, another lie, another snitch
That mouth, keep it zipped, loose lips sink ships
I'm the captain of the slip, I got waps on me hip (Yeah)
Cali pack, build a spliff, blue zushi in a whip
Got the Henny, take a sip, mix the benny, that's a pip
Stay switch never slip, see plot, so we dip
Blue lights like a Crip, got the weed from the snip
Treat the weed like it's drip, smoke the weed since a kid
So I read like I'm mid, and I'm centred 'cause I'm lit
I'm the captain on the pitch, Roy Keem, when I'm pissed
I'm an angry little shit, got me bally with me equipped
Call me stally on the shift, now I'm rappin', it's a gift
Little Milly hits a quiff, in the boof talk the mic
Just spin it like a brick, and I bang it like a chick
And I fight it with me fists, yeah, the pussy weggie flick
So I'm off 'cause I'm sick, and I'll see ya in a bit
'Cause I'm young and fucking lit, and I'm sticking like I'm spit
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