Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz
Spinning round the ends in the Porsche Cayennes
Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz
Spinning round the ends in the Porsche Cayennes

Back lane kicking on a Burgman scooter
Next day ripping in a German cruiser
You're a loser, never been a class A mover
You've nevеr seen a real life shooter
You nеver drove and insured any Cooper
Since 14, been the life that I'm used to
We just bring bars and flows that you move to
Back to the gaff, don't make it a rumour
And you think you're sick 'cause you did my ex
Free throttled more times in a TRX
She must love sex with a hundred men
Fuck that, I make love to the quad instead
Tucked in, tease it, sending it easy
And the bitch ain't needy
When I full throttle she can be a bit greedy
But I've got to fill it to the top I'm a grafter
Told you before, I'm old school like Napsa
I'm a businessman not a grafter
But I'll still blast pass you on a Raptor
Gimmie any riddim and you know I'm gonna gap you
Flow quick batter, no chit-chatter
These man-a creep up in your gaff like a trespasser
Take the motor but leaving the tracker
Then spin it round the ends like Mickey Schumacher
Said I'm back, said I'm back, said I'm back with a banger
Who's on the mic now sounding fatter?
No Gucci or Moncler, bro I'm not a rapper
I'm an MC man, I flex Nike and look dapper
No I'm not a gangster, no I'm not a trapper
Born with the swagger, I'm a pound note rapper
Come rain or shine, hustle for the latter
Who's behind the mask? Does it really matter?

Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz
Spinning round the ends in the Porsche Cayennes
Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz

Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz
Spinning round the ends in the Porsche Cayennes
Man are out here rabbing ATMs
Big white Zs and the KTMs
Golf Rs and Mercedes Benz
Spinning round the ends in the Porsche Cayennes
I was a weed phone dealer, big mic dreamer
Two stroke riding and my bars get deeper
New MCs and my bars get cleaner
It's all self made and I didn't need a teacher
Collective one good team out, we're mean yeah
Showing these shots like a dawg playing FIFA
Rip it on the mic, I've got bars, I've got features
Love to work with the bass when it's playing through the speakers
New tracks, new verses
I got places, I got flavours
Fuck your comments and your likes and your statements
I can bring you any flavour in my Air Max Vapours
Me and the boys in the party with Bacardi
Big KTM, phone scheming, I'm with car keys
Gone from dealing weed, pulling up in car meets
I'm feeling keen, now I'm jumping on a hard beat

This life is nothing but a sick, sick game
Full of broken promises, stress and pain
People got no hope, nothing to gain
Until one day something clicks in the rain
They're like "Fuck it," man I'll take what's mine
I can't get a job? Then I'll turn to crime
All goes wrong? Do a bit of time
If I get 15, I'll probably serve 9
9 month, done my time in the pen
When I get released then I'll do it again
Go grafting and graft a nice Benz
Pick up all the boys and fly through the ends
Uh-oh, here we go, it's another car chase
Sounds like life is another rat race
Call it a buzz, you call it a wave
I couldn't care less 'cause I've still got my mates
(Yeah that'll do mush, that'll fucking do)