50 Grand

[Hook]

50 grand for my chain

Quarter mil' for my whip

10 mil' for my house

[Verse 1: Devlin]

I think that I'm gonna be sick

It seems like every MC is about

Loves tellin' the poor they're rich

Then they wonder why they're gettin' rolled on

When they wanna try and walk round in the bits

This is real life, no thrills hype

On a reals, it feels like

I've been impaled on a steel spike

But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes

It's the boy next door that kicked down doors and I'm back on an ill vibe

(Alright)

Twenty pounds on my weed

Five pounds for my pint

No swagger at all, just me

And I bet I can draw your wife

Comply with anythin' please

I'm gutter, I'll do what I like

I had a pipe dream in the grime scene

Now I'm flyin' at withering heights

[Hook]

50 grand for my chain

Quarter mil' for my whip

10 mil' for my house

[Verse 2: Devlin]

(Alright)

Ten pounds for my cab

Some cheap wine for this skank

I'm streetwise, you ain't, fact

I'll fleece guys, you're gettin' wrapped

Outside of the East Side is where I'm at

Where fiends lie and make traps

For these sweet guys that flash

But when it's beats time, it ain't that

(Alright)

These times, I'm in the lab with Terms

These guys are on a madness learn

No peace signs, I'm gonna stab this verse

Just to kill it, I'm able and willin'

Rep for the boys, and the kids and the women

Tryna get by in the times that we live in

Tryna make a life and a livin'

[Hook]

[50 grand for my chain (That's not me)

Quarter mil' for my whip (Skepta)

10 mil' for my house

(Trust me)

(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Skepta]

I never had it, made it, saved it

Spent it, lost it, gave it

To people who needed it more than me

Guys in the ends getting shanked for the P

More time, I'm tryna show man the vision

But it's like man are still too poor to see

So I let man do their ting

I ain't judgin' anybody, I don't want a law degree

You see the rap lifestyle, and you wanna live it

Celebrities and their worthless riches

I ain't sayin' I don't want to make money

But right now, I'm tryna do the right tings with it

If I eat food, eat food in my crew

See me and Dev in a cinema near you

And when I pull up to the premiere

Don't ask why I ain't wearin' a suit, you're tired

[Hook]

50 grand for my chain

Quarter mil' for my whip

10 mil' for my house