[Verse 1]
Immaculate conception, I've seen my own death
You act bad for perception
You ain't she, you get shegged
Got a new president or election
Had no P for the rent
Bad girl come from Epsom, we smoke weed in my bed
Party boy, party boy
Turnt up like I'm Dex
Paranoid was that a noise, hear them niggas making threats
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, little nigga watch your step
He's on a hype but I know he'll do, nothing to me he's a mess
Snitches whistle blowing like a ref
This kid's never spoken to the feds
I will get it when there's nothing left
Drout hit, I had a couple zeds
Little fuck from the 1-4
Scallied up cause I'm from Moor
She give me face, contour
He reminds me of a Concorde
He ain't flying like he once was
I got the work, I was on job
Hit the road, I was long gone
Nike trackie over long johns
Know the road like a tom-tom
I was in the ends but the wrong one
So she could shake it like some pom-poms
Fit girl Stefflon Don
On my balls, bon-bons
Never worn, condoms
Sweg Lawd yeah I'm on one
Yeah, I'm probably off one
[Verse 2]
Listen G, literally, none of you niggas are shit to me
I got the flavors, you ciggaweed
I can't be bougie, it isn't me
Gold chains, Mr. T
I'm a god, Lil B
I turn a loss to a victory, I just wanna give a singer D
Manna ghetto, make her sing for me, symphonies and sin for me
Can't give an op any sympathy
Simply, silly me
Gave him a chance and the shit on me
Stand-offish when I sip the lean
Did a bean, then I flicked her bean
In a mini like Mr Bean
You ain't road, you're just in the street
Talking crud but it isn't beef
In the hood where the killers be
Big cousin, that's Killer P
Devil gang, new Killa Bees
Ape shit, swinging in the trees
Bape shit, Tommy Hilly steez
Aces, tricks in my sleeve
You're basic, you ain't shit to me
Basically, you ain't shit, it's deep
Listen G, literally, none of you niggas are shit to me
I got the flavors, you ciggaweed
I can't be bougie, it isn't me
Gold chains, Mr. T
I'm a god, Lil B
I turn a loss to a victory
Can't give a op any sympathy