Track Burglar

[Verse 1: Kano]

Ah, Twenty-four seven I'm on this

Viagra flow hardest for the longest

Niagra flow pass this at your own risk

Aha their not finding the Kane

But the flows like herpes never go away

Creps like Prince 'cos they're never going gay

Without looking fresher than the rest, yes

Too many ballers not enough hits

Too many lies, not enough evidence

Too many guns, not enough bodies

Too many drugs, not enough profit

Too much Gucci, not enough receipts

That mutherfucker is a snide ... Dubai

Too many glasses, not enough champagne

Fight to a bottle thats a damn shame

Ah look, its on top for the summer time

Might hit the club again and show them how to do it right

More bubbles, no mong

No sparklers its for us not the show

Hands in the air

Chicks by the truckload

One look at us know the playing the field

Wanna sit them as the Skepta table

We need some more girls in there its not fair

Ah, its like Rambo in their

Too many man, too many many briers

Throw around pocket like they got it

And hopping into fucking Cavaliers

I don't make it rain and I got thousands in here

Dollar bills thats just like throwing pounds in the air

I'm something you're nothing

Beef I busting your ducking

Clubs I'm fucking your crumping ah

Chicks he's dumping mine jumping cars

Might treat her to some shoes and a spa

But when the clock strikes 12 she turns pumpkin ah

Cinderella freak like Missy Elliot

Says she want a Rude Boy

See me date a Mrs Ella ella ay ay

I'm filming like Kim K and Ray J

Until they put me in a grave fucker I will never take a break

And to the industry I'll never be a slave

While I work and you sleep, I spray

Thats why I'm so great, to real men greatest

While everybody rates, them others just hating

They can never say that I ain't inspiration

They say that I changed, but me I embrace it

Ah, like Barack Obama, sneak on the track Osama

Eat up the track piranha, Put east on the map Colombus

Laid back like a ganja farmer Kanes coming back like Karma

'Cos there ain't nobody rapping harder

I'm the don I the gangster father

Show jam packed to the rafters

You couldn't even ram the barbers

And most of you I never heard of you

So heres a little something a made earlier, burglar