FIFA STREET

[Verse 1: Black Josh]

Uh, ya boy is back I've been the kid and still a spoilt brat

I talk shmack on audio and serve it foil wrapped

Taking over Man City, minus oil cash

A bit on edge I might destroy the gaff, this gargoyle's mad

Home wrecker, this girl wants to join the gang

Joint in hand, she got that work, no employment plan

Lower classy, trashy neighbours, it's the royals fam

Started from the bottom underground, I turned a coin to grands

[Chorus: Black Josh]

I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away

By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be

You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p

I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work

Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat

I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street

[Verse 2: Black Josh]

I'm a nappy-headed, Makavelli, eyes on me like Makavelli

Had to learn to bag and sell it, always been the blacker berry

Hungry, what a fatter belly, munching on a Maccies' brekkie

Surprised I ain't fat already, red eye'd looking at the telly

Ain't nothing new on the news, and I knew it

From young, watching cartoons and I still do it

While drawing on a big fat ember of the doobie

Isolated on my own with iceolator and a movie

Grey clouds, so I cold sag in doors with my GORE-TEX, while it rains out

Bored, no weed at me mates house

I just got a ben but gave him 8 pounds

I needed two quid for a single and a Raw pack

Shouts to my brother though, he already bought that

Smoked out, can't be assed to even talk back

But when I'm sober I still ignore man

Say nothing got my middle finger up

I'd rather have, than feel, like a million bucks

And I got enough rhymes to fill a million books

I feel alive, when I'm killing stuff

[Chorus: Black Josh]

I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away

By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be

You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p

I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work

Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat

I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street

[Verse 2: Yibby]

To kick off we kick on till the night gone

We five deep my team tired

Stay tight, this nice touch like it might've seen a juggle

Had him scratching heads, see that puddle nigga, hat trick too slick

I never fumble, a dime a dozen, a dozen points, a dozen pints I'm seeing double

Seen a shorty but she trouble so couldn't keep no covenant

No promise on my creed like it's my government

I'm late up shit creek tryna see the watch fluttering

Make covers, make 'em cover it, got it covered

Get currency, get currency

[Chorus: Black Josh]

I start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away

By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be

You'd be lucky if I show up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me the p

I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work

Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat

I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street