Took my young'un off the porch when he was bony
Now we up front, Ivan Toney
Might take your life but all he really wanted was your Rollie
Stone gonna fly everywhere, you see him in a black Stoney
Leader of the fam, I'm like Coley
The code's ???, you don't know the mob then you don't know me
They was atheist but now they holy
I was selling shit you gotta bag up with some gloves like a goalie
Cutters in the cut, they just washing up some tie-dye
Or sliding two coin in the bye-bye
Had it on a pushy, 'fore we ever had dingers it was ride-by's
Stuck to the code, we all share the same WiFi
It sent a message but it won't connect
Rap good and I can run it back with my old connect
I'm like twelve stone soaking wet
But you think you pose a threat
We're gun boys, we ran through loads of skets
Return of the Jedi, I pick a beat and flow
These little rappers priests, I'm the Pope
Jakes tryna search the crib for my pen, true it's murders that I wrote
And it's only light burners that I tote
I like my drinks without a chase
How she thinking I'm gon' chase her?
I gave her room like the space bar
Was going through a phase, had Tulisa and Dappy like Fazer
Truly the imperial like Kaiser
I sat alone in my four-corner room staring at candles
And hammers I dismantled
Broke my heart when my close friend turned into Randall
Now I got more love for my sandals
They say I rap like a young cool G
When I was on he was two-three
If I'm being honest I just do me
I give you punches with these kicks, call me Bruce Lee
For every metaphor you drop, I give you two free
The opps still shotting draws while we touring
Project baby but the block dem got boring
I'm with the diggers, get you dug by the morning
Dribble on my pillow, getting money while I'm snoring
Criminal mind, same one I broke the law with
These ashy knuckles same ones I broke your jaw with
My brudda broke the fours, he ain't really one to forfeit
He got the same one that Biggie kicked the door with
I sip tequila, no more rum, this a Sprite, not a Pepsi
Said I take the piss but she let me
If I ain't in a spaceship, flying round the city like a Jetson
I'm probably on the yacht, not the jetski
Four bills for the shorts, that's kinda rude
She loving the cologne, she don't know that's Louis oud
I send her back single anytime I'm in the mood
Truly spit art, my rap should be in the Louvre
I'm in a coupe with the contraband
My flake turned the winter into wonderland
My new hammer Alice, I'm the Wonderman
I'm overhead but still passing with the underhand
I'm with my Phoenix watching Suns, you in Sunderland
I make these sweets do the running man
Anytime they run at man, now you dead like the Duh Duh Man
I grew up cheeky, felt the wrath of my mother's hand
Said I'm bout to go spend this money in the motherland
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