I ain't in no Birkin
I'm all in my Burberry bag
Just spent couple quid on drip
By the end of the day I'ma earn it back
Only fuck with certain man
Came this far, no turning back
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
I'm live on stage
If the bando ain't got no stove
I'm dropping the food in the microwave
You know what I'm tryna say
Loud pack looks like broccoli
I smoke more than five a day
I could do road with the gang
Or I could do road on my uno
Free Flyboy, he's soon home
Big tump like Frank and Bruno
I'm all about English pound
Ain't getting no dollar, don't give me no еuro
My pockets were slim back thеn
Till I put in that work, now they're looking like sumo
I ain't rocking no stainless steel
My nigga, this a two-tone watch
Gotta keep warm in winter
Please don't ask what my new coat cost
All I ever wear is Burberry
Came a long way from Hugo Boss
Whip, whip, whip, whip if the food don't lock
Half the job, that's preparation
Bagging up till my neck is aching
But I never had shit growing up
Had to wait my turn, I was extra patient
Now we're up in the Range
Tell me where's the destination?
John said Hatton Garden
Come, let's get a new tennis bracelet
I ain't in no Birkin
I'm all in my Burberry bag
Just spent couple quid on drip
By the end of the day I'ma earn it back
Only fuck with certain man
Came this far, no turning back
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
I'm live on stage
If the bando ain't got no stove
I'm dropping the food in the microwave
You know what I'm tryna say
Loud pack looks like broccoli
I smoke more than five a day
How's your boyfriend tryna act up in front of you babe
When he's really a punk?
I don't even need to punch him
One slap, that'll leave him all slumped
I spent how many years in the field
Can't sit on no bench cah I'm really up front
A million's what I've been tryna hold
Watch how I clean up like Filly and Chunkz
T came through with the Henny in cups
Turned up like adrenaline rush
How's man tryna call me an opp?
It's mad, all now fam I've never been touched
Roll up, got plenty of buds
Foot down, ain't getting a tug
And these jakes don't like my buss down wrist
They say it looks better in cuffs
I swear I need a vacation
I ain't taking no vaccination
Lockdown, back to basics
Gotta bag more cah the cats are waiting
This rap's my affidavit
Everyting real, all facts I'm stating
Your favourite rapper don't trap like me, he's exaggerating
I ain't in no Birkin
I'm all in my Burberry bag
Just spent couple quid on drip
By the end of the day I'ma earn it back
Only fuck with certain man
Came this far, no turning back
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
Treat the game like Bernie Mac
I'm live on stage
If the bando ain't got no stove
I'm dropping the food in the microwave
You know what I'm tryna say
Loud pack looks like broccoli
I smoke more than five a day
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