Check Da Paper

[Verse]

I've never once seen a bando where the radiator works

It's either portable heaters or my hands in my shirt

I'm in the car window hitting, never standing on the curb

I'm backwards, probably hit a sale before I hand in my verse

Pressure piling up, I need money for investments

I'm not rich yet, probably why I'm always restless

Can't sleep knowing that I'm missing all these extras

Now it's different clientele

I'm hitting rappers with the testers like let me know

Still got a phone that beats smallsy, you can get it whole

I'm the reason that you got that Cali but you would never know

That it's me, Mr Big Lagga behind the telephone

Now I'm doing shows in same zones I used to pebble stone

Swear since my 16th birthday, I was never home

I know the fans wanna hear me go back to my kicker flow

But sometimes you gotta slow it down and just let em' know

That there's been a hand full of times I had to let it go

Or me, M and Jam making bread off one pebble phone

Think we all did, don't believe? Ask my breddah' Chrome

Heading off the A5, 100, bout to enter Stoke

B got caught on TV, they tried to send him home

They tried to send him home to Jamaica

My nigga said "How you get the GP with the laser?"

Me [?] bring a nail and a shaver

Got killed playing footie, oh no, check the paper

Go on Heathfield road and ask the kitties about flavour

Can tell you that it's certi, from Paddy to McKayla

[?] took the baby, it's away in the [?]

Flick knife in fashion, we just meet him and chase ya

Active, it's twenty past six and I'm still grafting

I heard he was out of bounds so big cuzzy' slapped him

Punched up a nigga last week, man I wished I stabbed him

But I just wrapped him, never had my shank ting

Had that pussy skanking like he was bally dancing

He wasn't sturdy like New York dancing

Still love the black gyal cah' they bring the waps in