[Verse]
Let me show you how my day starts
Turn on my Nokia before I put my pace on
Send a text out, the line's already jumping
And I can't have a shower cah the boiler man takes long
Time to bag up and find where my scales gone
Got a free handle .1, it's gonna take long
Cut the meat bags in triangles like Masons
Phone's still glowing, swear these nittys got no patience
Hit the trap, same trackies and my 110's
Drop a parcel to my runner full of hot peb's
First runner's serving fiends in some hot ends
Second runner hitting sales, got a lot left
Bro phoned saying "Come by the flats"
Obbo on the block so we've gotta move our straps
Moving them around while some gunners doing laps
Fuck it, it was on me while them feds drove past
Now I'm posted on the pavement
Looking for this prick, I want my name on his statement
Bro told me chill, we're moving all raving
And there's no one round here, shit's looking all vacant
Feds are three cars behind, ain't clocked the plate yet
Told the driver "Take the first right, we ain't bait yet"
Runner phoned back, saying the food's almost gone
And he needs another reload but shit I ain't ate yet
Now I'm back in the ends
Got stopped by my younger, he wants a favour again
Said he wants a ounce to break down into 10's
I said "Shit cool, don't make me chase up the rent"
Now I'm sitting in the chippies, checking out my iPhone
Message from my girl saying I reply slow
And I'm always out and I don't show her no time yo
I said it's been a mad day, speaking of night yo
Finish off my burger now I'm phoning up the plug
Said "I'm in a hurry and I'm needing some grub"
He said "Meet at the same spot, back of the pub"
Went there, shook his hand and I told him it's love
Drop food to my runner, bag it up this time
And weigh it on point, don't try and fuck up the line
Got a new strap, blink I'm flying to B9
And when I get back you best still be on the grind
Put my smartphone away, went to cop the wallet
Told my link I've gotta burst it before I buy the strally
Went to Handsworth Park and then I let it go boom
I looked at the strap like this motherfucker's aggy
Got gunpowder on my clothes, shit I've gotta get changed
On my way home, some yutes are clocking my face
Told me I'm hard and they just want a pic
They didn't even know I was gonna shoot up the place
Fuck that, I got changed and now I'm back on the grind
Aston phoned me, he wants a Colt and a .9
I said "Seven bags, I can't budge on the price"
He said "Drop me a samp', if it's nice then I'll buy"
Now I'm cutting through with my bro in a rental
Aimed .45, bussing lights, moving mental
D Squared jeans and my top says Kenzo
Ay, the day ain't even finished cuz