Everything

[Intro]

Uh, uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Money my comfort food like a fat ting

They see me and say, "Ayy, ayy, captain" (Captain)

I'm too good at this rap ting

She said her favourite song was Packed In

Three years and I said, "Look, what's happenin'"

Me, myself that I'm battlin

Seen bad things that I've had dreams about

Mum said my mental needs cleanin' out

No love in the yard, she don't wanna go crib

She pop pills for the essence, no Giggs

Hopped in the whip to connect with the dealer, it's an awkward interaction

She wants to bill it, but he wants some action

She didn't even move, there was no reaction

He opened the door, said, "Get out the whip"

Man even kept the grinder and chip

Tsk, what a fuckin' prick

Real life ain't nice, it's gruesome

Pop screws in my head I might lose em

No bonfire night, it was actual shooters

Not from London, I grew up in Luton

White men comin' like Vladimir Putin

Had to cut out the ends and started commutin'

No, you can't white wash a chick like me, why?' Cause I'm black like Michael Blackson

Make you blush and hee-hee, Michael Jackson

Ready for the wars like an Anglo-Saxon

Got sixteenths comin' like crack for the naval

Tunes that will bruck up your DJ's table

'Bout to make more notes than Not3s made with Mabel

Been bad from the cut no cradle

Smoke too much, so my brain's unstable

Grandma died, so I got me an angel

Thank God, you get me

Man must act like man, and respect me

Walk in the room, man know who I am

Tryin' all, you never seen talent like this

Their lyrics and beats don't balance like this

Them man there don't have it like this

Man wanna keke and laugh like Filly

Them man there wanna over laugh

These times, they're stuck in their overdraft, so really, they're not supposed to laugh

I sit down and I tint my glass

A&Rs wanna kiss my ass

The dough ain't right, I'ma give that a pass

Man think that I'm dumb, I was inside class

Head underwater like I was baptised

I tell man get their head out they backsides

Think that they know me, they don't get their facts right

Too much crime everyday, another black dies

My tears don't dry like Amy

You think this music thing's gonna save me?

The fat lady's still gonna sing like Angie Stone, D'Angelo's Lady

Things ain't mellow like Konan's baby

Fourth of May, integrity, Jme (Perfect)

I'd still do this if you didn't pay me