[Verse 1]
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side, that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself, they won’t grind with him
Till they're stuck down the block watching time ticking
I put my little girl up as my display pic
I know it seems like forever but these years go quick
See one minute they love you, then the next minute they hate you
It's cah they never really loved you, i’m in this BMW M3
Known drug dealer, I've got W and B
And I make the trap look trendy
This twenty-two inch, it ain't bendy
Dip him like my brudda Renzy
Feeling like I done turned the whole world against me
And nobody gets me but they all say they got me
They see me with nuttin and they still wanna rob me
Wouldn't put it past me but you wouldn't wanna cross me
Used to be blue courts, headers and volleys
Then you grow up, sold drugs and can't speak on the bodies
I don't do bops but I buss tots with the vossies
And these kids go and buss it like mad dog Johnny
Still Curtis Warren Cocky
Rolling with a pound in my bag like a trolley
And I hate man that always wanna tell stories
I can't really tell when these girls ignore me
I was on the yard in my AJ tracksuit
And on Tyson, I done him like Fury
Tyson, I done him like -
When I was on yard in my AJ tracksuit
On Tyson, I done him like Fury
My young G’s got me, I don’t tell 'em
They roll with nines and thirty-eights and throw elevens
We move music as a form of expression
On the run from this constant depression
God knows why I never learned my lesson
Squad goals, on my ones with my -
Shit
[Hook]
And we ain’t tryna be choosers and beggars
Shit we ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
We ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we’d rather be gangsters and rappers
I said we ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah man we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
We ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
So we'd rather be gangsters and rappers

[Verse 2]
Now this could be us if you play your part
Blades in my toothbrush, yeah I'm razor sharp
Yeah you know I pull strings but I don't play guitars
Remember when I fucking got my first eighth of dark
See I just knew then I was gonna break some hearts
If I'm honest then I really couldn't rate you darg
Cah you huff and you puff but never raise your arms
He was happy that he only got stained for half
He said he was gonna ride but had a change of heart
Trapped in the bando till they raid the yard
I was locked up for years, I mean years on years
But I'm a crook, I'll still take the chance
I'm a big man but I'd still shave your clart
Never hate the struggle, that's substance
Always stay strapped at the functions
Girl never give your heart to a buster
Mandem you should already know you can't trust her
Who the fuck the kids got to look up to?
When man snitch and they still act gangster
I just smoke till I'm Kung Fu Panda
I told Nanny that I'm really gonna change my ways
Gave her ten from the can, no more rainy days
I was a little white boy with a baby face
Tryna soak suttin down, like eighty ways
Olders sent me OT for like eighty days
And I don't think I even made eighty pound
Same man get gassed when they play me now
They said I would've got a twelve if I take it trial
But even in the Crown Court they couldn't break my smile
I know I'm gonna make it, it just takes a while, shit
I know I'm gonna make it, it just takes a while
[Hook]
We ain't tryna be, choosers and beggars
We'd rather be gangsters and rappers
We ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we rather be gangsters and rappers