Blue Plate

[Verse]

Eating off a blue plate

Thinking about Nobu, Novi, Haka

Niggas had me feeling mashup

That's another pending mazza

Tell the label, I'm a real nigga

Doing what I'm rapping, and if niggas say I'm not

Boy, I promise you they're wassin'

I ain't stressing 'bout no girl holding it down

When I touch road, I'ma be rolling around

I got so much beef, I can't be a vegetarian

Explaining to the Catch 22, I ain't scared of them

Explaining to probation, when I'm home, I'm patterned

Got like five labels tryna get me on the wagon

You're not down when it's crunch time, you're known to panic

Don't call him crash, 'cause he crashes cars, he's known to crash it

I got school friends that became, enemies

Enemies tryna be friends with me

Keep an eye on your bitch she's way too friendly

Friends come and go

Hoes do the same, so I cum, then I go

I might PJ or VVS my wrist when I'm home

I'm like Wee-Bey, I would never snitch on my bros

Eating off a blue plate, eating out a blue bowl

Thinking 'bout a new shape, and how I'm gonna do road

And how I'm gonna run inside, Harrods for some new clothes

People runnin' up, to me, telling me my tune's cold

Told mummy I'm a rapper now, I ain't got two phones

First day out, hope I don't nut within, two strokes

I got drip for days, fuck it I got drippy ways

I can give you drip but then you gotta go E&A, I mean A&E

I can get you bored up, for the wrong comment

Careful what you say to me

Bought Dior's but wore them once, they might not get a second wearing

I been hittin' stains since secondary

Ever put your faith in a crackhead? Watch him whip it, scary

My cellmate loves cooking so I whip it barely

I'm on my ones but they put me on the threes

G-wing, gov' saying no exercise for me

They think I'll get into beef, but I'm waiting till I'm free

Then I'll slide up on the three, with the fours, quick maths I score points

Anytime I pop a door, big facts, I got a joint

In my DM's, small tits, big back

If I take without paying, I ain't doing give backs

I'm like, Jadon Sancho on the wing, but I'm soon back

I'm in a Volkswagen Polo with two straps

Just me, myself, and I

I heard niggas started snitching but I'm not surprised

I might, cop a TT just to bust the lights

And keep my eyes, peeled

'Cah there's jakes on the strip

I rap street shit but now I'm, basically lidge

I'm basically lit

No I don't sell drugs, baby girl I buy food, then I make me a drink

Its a smoothie, she loves running her mouth, in her runners

She a cutie

9 out of 10 on a bad day, normal

She wants all my unreleased songs on her phone, like say

I ain't about to drop Rap Game, Awful, eatin' off a blue plate

Dropped couple niggas out 'cah we we weren't on the same page, or even in the same book

Fuck a new batch, I'm on a glizzy with the same crooks

Them niggas rep the 16 wrong, that's why we don't get along

I just wanna land road, coming home to pull strings without playing the banjo

And I made, six figures clean without the bando

Now the trap's, jealous of my lyrics, 'cause thats how I did it

Two rambos in Nandos

That's how I'm living, and I wish I was kidding

But I'm not, I swear it feels like there's 48 hours in a day, in the jailhouse

So I stopped, looking at the clock, but I'm

Eatin' off a blue plate

Thinking 'bout a top taste

Used to be a class clown, never had no top grades

You can get a shot face, just for tryna watch face

Now you got a face shot, now you can't FaceTime

Could've been in jail for a couple cheffings in the day time

Eatin' off a blue plate

Could've been an eight, nine

You're always tryna rush shit

Learn how to take time

Stick before the Day-Date, just incase they wanna take mine

Still got Kim and Ray J

Re-up don't relax

Tryna put your woman crush, Wednesday on her knee-caps

I don't need feedback

10 for a 16 but, I used to run 'round town with a G pack

Eatin' off a blue plate

The jail ting's meady

Fans on the landing, the rap scene need me

I was banged up like, "Shit, they need to free me"

More money than, any Stokey yute, so I'm cheeky

[Outro]

Ay, yo, believe what I'm saying

I was in jail with niggas that got, tsk, more than eight, nine

And telling me, "Gang, go rap, wok house ting tired"

Do you understand?

And this was like a year ago, you feel me?

And it's crazy 'cah man weren't tryna rap

Man weren't tryna be a rapper, you feel me?

Took man time to peak

Like yo, this ting can actually change your life, you feel me?

So that being said, next year, 2022 man's rapping, rapping, rapping

You understand? For real

But, naturally, separately, free all the guys doing blue plate

Hella names

You know what time it is

You know who's lying too much and we know who's trying hard

You feel me?

Gang, 2022