[Intro: Producer Tag]
That's Chucks
5ive Music

[Verse]
I'm in the hood you can't go with my chain and my watch on
I'm not the sort of man you really wanna give a drop on
You tryna get a Duppy like every beat I hop on
I'm the sort of G feds try and put a lock on
I bought a couple Glocks, but I weren't tryna put the block on
One man make him curl up, like a croissant
I knew what it was I just had to play possum
Amiri ripped jeans, but they're tailored at the bottom
Since I come home, I've got money spendin' problems
My biggest problem's still tryna fix people's problems
And now it feels like I've got never-еndin' options
We manifest thesе millions and failures out the question
She don't want my money, all she want is my affection
I won't let her love me, she can barely get attention
She gone take this bag, and she ain't worried bout the contents
But let me give this shit some context
See, I'm a 90's baby, from a council home
I was raised by granny, God bless her soul
And my dad came from Africa with dreams of gold
I know the first thing he probably said is "London's cold"
And my mothers been a G, and we don't speak in code
I've been out here so long, I've seen the streets evolve
I'm makin' million pound plays, I came from grease in bowls
They make me cringe when they act like they been involved
He gon' make the boogey man come and steal his soul
I'm a Great White Shark, I'll eat him whole
I'm the hood manager, whole squad on go
And I've even got a striker that I leave in goal
In my comments on the gram it's just "GOAT-GOAT-GOAT"
She in love with who I am, she give me throat-throat-throat
How you hate me just for winnin'? We was both so close
Every single time I hit it, she like "Don't go ghost"
I'm on the A-4-O in this SVR
And we're pissed if feds intercept this car
I got bruddas that'll decamp, tek the charge
I put my trust in my gun and leave the rest to God
Oh, set the bar, I am the bar
You don't get the bar, don't sweat the bar
She got a face like Saweetie, but the rest Minaj
She gets me socks and boxers in a extra large (She a real one)
I'm with some G's in your city
No jewels, but we still got tools
Anybody movin' funny, I ain't making no calls
I know everybody round me leaves marrow on walls
'Round here, we got work like Horses and Fools
I got young boys who really make bad-man pause
Everybody knows I used to sleep on floors
Now, I got gyal waiting on all fours
You already know she gonna do me like chores
[Outro]
Real back in style (Trust me)
You feel me (But that—)