Sin City

[Chorus: Skepta]

What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin'

Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin'

Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin'

Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen

What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin'

Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin'

Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin'

Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen

[Verse 1: Skepta]

I had big waps, hurt my wrist from the kick back

Click-clack, roll up on 'em in the pitch black

Switching sides, now a nigga wanna switch back

Said I ain't a pussy, I was talking big facts

Niggas wanna talk, niggas wanna chit-chat

On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit-Kat

Dressed in all black, fresher than a fuckin' Tic Tac

Started from a eight-ball, man, I had to flip that

It's Big Smoke, I'm a lion in the jungle, need a lioness

I don't like your attitude but I like the dress

Lights out, wild sex on the private jet

Huh, forty thousand feet, man, I'm highly blessed

Touch down, I'm in stu' with the killys

YA on the mud, boy, sippy sippy

Talkin' psychedelics, then you know I keep it with me

Man, I love the psilocybin, yeah, a nigga keep it trippy

[Verse 2: Chip]

Chippy, I got kicked out of school, caught with a kitchen tool

Daddy looked me in my eyes, he said, "Son, this isn't you"

Having dreams of shottin' raps, big cousin shottin' crack

I said, "Dad, I wanna rap ca' I want things that shotters have"

Like a Avirex and lighties on sex

Little Chippy with the olders from the ends

Probably why I saw a key before a tens

Traumatic stress, when I reflect, I hold the meds

Toronto with my G, on tour, we praise the Lord

College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before

Pussy, all my niggas winning, you can check the score

Match of the day, racks on the chain, cuttin' a cheque for sure

They say black don't crack, never been no coward, darg

Black and proud, no bounty, Chippy got lion bars

Rap or shot a packet, tryna get a Schott jacket

What you think, tea and crumpets? In my manor, shots bangin'

[Verse 3: Young Adz]

Gucci slides, he a newbie in the gang, you see him ride

Jesus Christ, stab him in his palm like he crucified

He ain't hit a movie with me, yeah, he don't know how I ride

My shooter crossed his arms and he got a cross eye

Diamorphine, said the works there

Try more fiends outside the rehab

'Til I find more fiends

I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose

I've got heroin and coke for the stove

Got a bitch from Cardiff, she just told me, "Roll"

R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdose

Told the kids, "Don't follow my footsteps on the roads"

Niggas said he got plaques, we got plaques, we got waps

Haha, you ain't got no waps though

I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose

I've got heroin, I got coke for the stove

[Chorus: Skepta]

What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin'

Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin'

Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin'

Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen

What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin'

Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin'

Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin'

Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen