The Old Estate

Yeah, you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid

Yeah, you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
I came from nothing
Now the whip's got custom plates
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid
Still living on the old estate
Had to lie low to avoid them jakes

Still living on the old estate
Even though it's hot (yes, yes)
Not for the opps (no)
I'm talking the fucking cops (jakes)
Local shots, I did it all bait at their local shops (I did it)
Main Brix, hid a thing on my waist (yes)
What you know about a local bop? (What you know?)

Are you widdit or not? (Are you widdit?)
I did it, skidded, I'm off (woo!)
In the trap making prof off charlie (yes)
Now I'm in the booth like Charlie Sloth (fire in the booth)
I got my Rollie on, take that Carti off
She gave mе sloppy slop, she a narty thot
When I let that bang, it ain't a party pop

Yеah, they know my face
They know my name, they know my spot (they do)
Yeah, they know where we hang (yes)
But they don't circle that block (what?)
Cah they know what's good for their health
They don't wanna end up lost (oh man)
I gotta stay working, working (yes)
Cah I don't wanna end up lost

The packs got sold (yes)
Then I got more than paid (rappers)
Dragon pull off the L
You know I got more than waved (high as fuck)
Shave-shave, swing it (yes)
Tryna ching it
Approach with caution
Cah you might just end up swimming

Look (come on then) the old boys winning
He's giving lip then I might just chin him
Grab the wheel then the axel's spinning
I've been in this game from my hairline thinning (it ain't no joke)
Countless drillings
Blood's still thicker but the drink keeps spilling (yeah)
Pouring a pint on a Friday night
We're them old school villains (oh yeah)

Couple yanks tried biting the UK style but that's fine, it's blessed
I can't dodge no bullets, I wrap my chest in a Kevlar vest (yeah)
Got an arsenal down in south, got a pig farm out in west
So just drop one text, fly down the M25 no stress (woo!)

Yeah, you know me son, you know my face
You know my status (you know my status)
So just shut your mouth
'Fore I put your face on the front of the papers (yeah)
You got my number
I've got the deals and I've got them flavours (nice)
Got a grow next door
You know I ain't got no neighbours (nah)

I'm a local hero
And I'm talk of the town
And I'm known to the gavers
And they've been poking around
Had to ditch that phone
And I chucked that bing in the back of the Rover
Never pulled over, foot flat down
And I can't drive straight 'cause I ain't that sober

I'm a lovely geeza
But I'm a violent man
I cook rocks in pots (yeah)
And smash heads with pans
Knock knock, who's there
I came to kick your front door down
I go Jackie Chan
Ping pang pow, I laid a man down

Working the block like clockwork
Out in the sticks with dust in a pot
Like Gordon ram in a car
That's another man rolled in a fag
Got smoked
I'm moving reckless
Grab that man by the necklace
Phone got robbed for the line
(Hello)
Texting his number, like look call this one next time

I came from dirt and it all got dirty
30s, 2-2s, and 4-4s
Make cash in a burnt out box in Brixton
And I made big, but I still want more
More time on the roadside meant more moolah
How could a man just let that go?
Put in the work and the packs got sold on a mobile phone

Get rolled in a fag, get poured in a pint
Get sent back home in a black bin bag
Coulda just left it, coulda went walkies
But big Bas brought two toe tags
Both hands on her back when I smash it
We don't make love, we make magic
She was speaking Spanish
Got me singing love songs in traffic

Yeah, you know me son
You know my face, you know my name
I came from nothing
Now the whip's got custom plates
The packs got sold
And I got more than paid
Still living on the old estate
Had to lie low to avoid them jakes