[Verse 1]
Standard procedure, nighttime creeper
Sport mode, flick it, I be dusting a Beema
Ron back wheeler, Cali, no amnesia
MC's want a verse, two quid for a feature
Fuck a fist fight, I won't think twice
You don't wanna get scarred by this flick knife
Talk bad birds, I got a bad type
Bad attitude, big back and the thick thighs
Talk bad till I pull up, put you on a bonnet
Talk the talk, are you with it, are you really on it?
I talk the talk and walk the walk cah I come from it
All that dirty money, look what I done for it
But it's standard, I can never be ashamed
Millions of streams, now my name's framed, shit's changed
But I still move flames on the M62, watch how I cut lanes

[Verse 2]
Steppеd out with a grips, now I'm riding equipped
Four man up in this whip, someonе's door's getting gripped
You can have the three stars then your door's getting kicked
You know we're burglars, that's why they got Nick up in the nick
Stay working, blue light swerving
In and outta gears till the left leg's hurting
Loyalty is key and I know that for certain
I'll buy my mum a house before I buy a girl a Birkin
Gotta stay grafting so I'm out grafting
And I'm talking gripping, I ain't talking getting packs in
I shoulda been a taxman, the way I keep taxing
The plates keep changing and the kid keeps grafting
I ain't into rap cap, more into a fat stack
Get the drop and get it done, get your bread and that's that
Fuck the nosy neighbours like Gail Platt
I be blacked out, bally on, going through the back
[Verse 3]
Couple man get it in shotting dub and B
Others on the wing, kicking back with a cup of tea
When I weren't pushing my music, I were pushing P
Now I got fans all over and they're pushing me
'018, in the dinger, doing petty nash
Now we're getting Cali by the pounds and we're flipping packs
Had my son with no choice but to get racks
Now we're getting busy for the Lizzy and we're making cash
I wanna see cash, I don't wanna relax
I be ducking lights in that stage three remap
Smoked the whole force, course we done it, of course
Now I'm walking in the party like, "Yo, where's the trees at?"
Smoking on ganja, this one ain't mamba
Pissed off, stressed out, tryna find the answer
If you get knocked down, don't play dead like Sanka
If you do, you're a pumper, in other words, a wanker