Part I
Yo
The quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kids
Silly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quid
Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty
The lengths I would go and protectin' my soul knows no bounds
Dents in the road shook the whole crowd
I bought a stone foundation and a stone house
So if it goes down, the shit's floodin' in then I won't drown
They low down, doin' shit I've grown out of
No doubter, raw sixth floor, Alpha Houser
Always 'round about, I had a pole down my trouser leg
Only for if mandem move awkwardly when I'm out the ends
But that depends, I'm tryna blow your back as friends
Off again, smash again, that's your friend? Accident
Actions tend to cause a reaction 'cause I'm passionate
They ain't tryna ration it, layin' in the gas they lit
Trained to be passive in the passa, man are pacifist
But pack a fist punch, knuckle sandwich and a bag of chips
Praised as a myth, young legend and the catalyst
But know that who they brand could be the baddest but ain't matchin' with the-
The quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kids
Silly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quid
Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty
The quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kids
Silly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quid
Lit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty
Part II
Ooh, oh-do-do-do
Yeah, oh-oh
Hey, hey, oh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Oh yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, uh
They say his flow butter, play it all summer
Snap a picture with your sister have you sayin' "Oh brother"
His wrist go "Bling", what, this old thing?
Trench coat to hide his waist incase the tip pokin'
Fred Flintstones, wherever he been stones fling
In the dark like a glass house or window tints
He best flow, all he know is sink or swim
Grab it from the middleman, and I ain't seen both since
He leaves no prints, but leaves with the princesses
Big chests, pink dresses, we ain't speakin' ingles
Nights out in west, FaceTime me on the speaker phone
I don't like to speak with man around me, but to each their own
I reach the zone, they crawled around me like they Jesus home
Walkin' on the waves, tauntin' all they face
Had my portion in the pain
Now the "Pagne" we got have "Cham's" in it
Still ain't escape, because I stay mindin' my damn business
Knucks
Ooh, hey
Ooh
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