Etc Etc

[Intro: Sonnyjim]

Uh, yo

[Verse 1: Sonnyjim]

Estates like Chatsworth, Handsworth to Hamburg

Poker face, what's the hand worth? Look at the handy work

Made the pussy cat squirt (Uh), a Ralph Rugby with the patchwork

I let the paps take a snap, then I smirk, word

I did the scam, then I splurged, I'm into murk

I look dashin', but I mashed on it firm, hit the curb

Nearly crashed, but I swerved, these drugs don't work like The Verve

I'm flowin' superb with the verb

Back to basic, classic in the making

We was takin' acid, goin' ravin', ratings

Conversation with the shaman (Shh), trips to the Caymans

Just don't fuck up our arrangement (Yes)

Had it in my hand when I'm paintin', this was painstakin'

They want me to еxplain at the station (Huh)

But we don't give statеments, no explanation

I was back-breakin', fresh off the plantation

Applyin' pressure, cartels and submarines like Odessa

Sniff the breakfast off the dresser

I'm a sessioner, I guess it's all about perception, huh?

Et cetera, et cetera, uh

[Verse 2: Goya Gumbani]

I found myself down that dirt road, figurin' if this the way (You say what?)

They wanna play games, I'm steady cleanin' off the stains (Uh-huh)

We hopes and stay straight 'cause one of these niggas really Jakes (I can smell it)

The C's get vacayed, the shots'll lick off (Blow, blow)

The block like a boilin' pot, I'm still gon' get this shit off (Shit gettin' crazy, son)

I'm turnin' nickels into dimes, that's a seven to a nine

Look to the Heavens for the time, how I'm dressin' be so sublime, like (Fishy shit)

Everyday ain't comin' fitted to a tee (To a tee)

So it's a lot to fill these shoes (Uh-huh)

Niggas gotta do redeemin', know why I'm needin' all the jewels

'Cause the truth is really freedom (So what you do?)

They givin' penny for your thoughts (Uh-huh), but they squeezin' on your heart

I was ready from the start where the darkness reaches (Ah yeah)

It's a part of the sequence (Part of the sequence), stay professional (Yeah)

I need the best of the leopard's luck (I need the bes of that)

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

[Verse 3: Lee Scott]

The chosen one, cool guy emoticon (Uh)

Join the fight cloud barefooted (Uh), walk out with Prada loafers on (Yeah)

Like I deserve the best and will disturb the nest (I will)

I sent you a postal bomb with a return adress (Uh)

Talkin' like you do this while you’re workin' less to curb the stressed, I'm adding more to my to-do list

You're lookin' at me like, "LOL" (Haha)

Like when did mental illness learn to dress so well? (Haha)

High-end hotel, Louis monogram on the bag (Ha)

Writin' an ode to life on the dole on a Claridge's pad

Put whatever she had on the tab, I'm back on the blag

I stretch me arm further than me sleeve like I'm flaggin' a cab

Deep in throught, face scrunched up like a shar pei (Uh)

I was comfy on a folded duvet in South Parkway

Used to par-tay, now I parlay at the soirée (Uh)

Council home linoleum to herringbone parquet (Yeah)

Unwaverin' chasing paper like I'm easily lead (Uh)

Braggadocious rap with an underlyin' feelin' of dread (Shit)

Check the temperature, and yeah, I'm still cold like a pensioner

Et cetera, et cetera (Uh, yeah)