Cor Blimey

[Intro]

But, before that.. And I saw yaz, I jus went nah nah nah... But you know what it--you know what it is bruv, I move like a ghost. I'm not lookin' to see anybody mate

[Verse 1]

Don't try me

The situation's dicey

I'm a deity

They sayin' I'm a menace to society

Explicit lyric, parental advisory

I live the life of Riley

Ten pints in O'Reilly's

Cor Blimey

I give thanks to the Almighty

Well alrighty [?]

On the contrary, I don't need a feature to co-sign me

I'm still up up, that's what's up blood

Thirty-one bum rush, blunts on the tuk-tuk

It's time to run these mother fuckin' numbers up

Your number's up, we doin' suppers at the Summer Club

Crankin' langoustines, strapped with tangerine

Me and shorty do the tango on the balcony

Ask about me, "man's a G"

I'm smokin' strawberry jam at the jamboree

[Refrain]

(What you see is what you get

You no contest we)

[Verse 2]

This was cut to size

Tell your family to get off my drive

Bitch got mouthy kicked her off my life

I used to live on Moss Side

Movin' like a rock slide

Slidin' off in the Off-White's

I like hood shit and ratchet stuff

I wrote this in my head when I was baggin' up

Iron Sheik with the camel clutch

I roll my spliff like an aromatic duck

I need the hill with the mansion on it

I'm Dr. Dre with my face in a bag of chronic

In a space suit skinnin' up a massive rocket

You was chattin' bollocks so we tapped your pocket

[Refrain]

(What you see is what you get

You no contest we)

[Verse 3]

About to go platinum the chrome magnum

Quotables in all caps and closed captions

On the road, no cappin', me and bro snappin'

I've been about, I've been around the globe rappin'

I'm the whole package, unpack it

The flow's go-gadget, she about to blow the gasket

Lowerin' your casket, blasted

Corn beef hash out in Hamstead

Crush the powder in the pamphlet

If I like it I sample it

I wrapped it and stamped it

And put my own stamp on it, it's standard

You wouldn't understand it

She just mad cuz I left her stranded at the standard

I won't tell her where I live, I tell her fibs

I'm like, "talk to me", Terry Tibs

I just spent a jib on a pair of kicks

I made it look seamless with every stich

My last album made me very rich

I saw the fruits of my labour now I cherry pick

I'm out to get the fetty, Freddie Gibbs

You men are rappin' bout shit you never did

Ain't nothing wrong with embellishing

But a snake's still a snake when it sheds its skin

(I roll a L with the extra skin)

[Refrain]

(What you see is what you get

You no contest we)