Been Runnin'

[Intro]

Yeah, some rap shit for you man

Got my Ciroc, yeah got my True Religion jeans and a matching jacket

And my Gucci scarf (Haha fucking slags)

Oh fuck that

[Verse 1]

To keep all of my shit organised

I gotta keep three lines

Just to keep track of my felines

They're on the rocks like sea lions

And a score five for three lines

If you like kuf, pree mine

The way I mix up the dub

I should be getting rewinds

In T gotta be streetwise

Yeah it's drug deals and street crimes

I could double up, three times

Before they even turn on the street lights

I'm on this ting so hard

More time I don't sleep nights

I just serve the soft and the hard

So me and mumsy can eat nice

I pick up for a cheap price

Distribute for a neat price

Move a brick, really quick

Try and avoid the police lights

They put my rock in their peace pipes

I get them high like cheap flights

Yeah, I serve the fiends right

The white fucks their jaws up so they can't speak right

Clientele from the Isle of Dogs

All the way to the Isle of Wight

Bought my whip with these rocks

And that's why I love white

Nah, I don't smoke it

Might sniff it

Seen what it does to a cat it's horrific

Still, business is terrific

[Chorus]

(I been runnin')

From the Metropolitan police

'Cause they know that

(I been runnin')

Bare card scams and AC's for like a week

(I been runnin')

With the same wraps in my cheek

But I think they've started to leak

'Cause I'm slurring words when I speak

[Post-Chorus]

I I I I'm slurring words when I speak

(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

(I I I I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

I I I I'm slurring words when I speak

I'm slurring words when I speak

(I'm I'm I'm I'm)

[Verse 2]

Yeah I'm quite a skinny brer

I ain't got a lot weight on me

Crackhouse you might see me there

Just know say I got a bit of weight on me

And my food's so peng

The cats just sit there and wait for me

Some man get jealous and

Try and set their whole estate on me

And now they want beef

Gonna come to my house and put the weight on me

The four pound, the tre' eight

Say there's no need to debate on me

I say it blatantly

I don't care if certain man wanna hate on me

I'm cool as long as the cats keep rating me

And keep paying me

My fiends won't think of playing me

If I'm not paid in full it's a trip to the A&E

And they know that, so they always make the P

I'm head chef at the bakery

Secret recipe, no contesting me

Hot water, baking soda

Cocaine's best accessories

[Chorus]

(I been runnin')

From the Metropolitan police

'Cause they know that

(I been runnin')

Bare card scams and AC's for like a week

(I been runnin')

With the same wraps in my cheek

But I think they've started to leak

'Cause I'm slurring words when I speak

[Post-Chorus]

I I I I'm slurring words when I speak

(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

(I I I I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

(I'm slurring, I'm slurring)

I I I I'm slurring words when I speak

I'm slurring words when I speak

(I'm I'm I'm I'm)

[Outro]

Oi Nutty, you're nutty for this one man

Nutty P

Yeah, yeah, it's Cas

Me again, always here

Yeah

Hey

Whatever the fuck he said