What they know about street heat?
I'm in the manor where the shots go beep beep
Skirt skirt on a bitch, then I skeet skeet
You was on my timeline begging for a retweet
I was living in Peckham, shopping at East Street
After church with Nanny before my peak teens
RA and YO sold me street dreams
Remember when I tried to smoke paper and tea leaves?
Nowadays it's all bang bang, Chief Keef
Fuck a dart, fuck it up but I'm from east please
I will tell a [?] around me like a Boris bike
And give you CS gas if you're on a hype
Married to the grind - hell ya, I've got a wife
Hear my attitude, hell yeah I’m not polite
I'm meeting fans that are telling me that I'm such a guy
Bitches saying "you should be further" and they wonder why
I do too and I ain't gotta lie
But I'm living for my brother, he ain't gonna die
In a world where I'm black so they're colour blind
Only seeing Miley, Justin Bieber and them other guys
Still get gassed off the summertime
Buy a quick ped for a grand and I'm gonna ride
Sun's out, I see them hoes skinning up
But that ain't loyal, they're everybody's - not one of mine
I spit with precision, fuck all that other hype
Killing the riddim and getting love alike
I'm a challenged like cinnamon if you're gonna try
Hope you've got a friend with good advice you could run it by
You ain't shooting like them white kids in Columbine
When you wearing that mask like it's horror time
You're a gangster, it's time to do some gangster shit
Court violated 9, you ain't on a hype
Uh, but let me switch it
I've been trill, got a holler seed for a visit
I never had a one-liner, never had a gimmick but
I still got bitches on my stick, no Quidditch
Nobody's fake and everybody's the realest
And everybody raps but none of them n***as kill it
So I'm in Newham banging movers song ringtone
Liquor in my cup tell him S did you bill it?
Never can you haters give an F about a critic
Singing German Whip but you're cruising in a Civic
See the way I go on everything I spit? I live it
And I could get naan, I ain't gotta drill the digits
OE OEBs you already know that’s who my clique is
Never snake my n***a for the money and the bitches
I'm in stony jeans, you are Primark fitted
Like your stepmother I be going on wicked
You could get pitched fam, you don't wanna kick it
Thought I couldn't fuck your girl till I did it
The game's gone washed, I can't really say I'm in it
I'm on the outside tryna tell you how I'm living
So now I got a OEB chick
I put my gas in her bra cos the police be quick but
These rappers ain't showing me shit
He hyped on Twitter, took a stroll to his crib
Yeah, I'm overly sick
And I love [?] like nobody did
The ends aren't washed, can't go to E6 plus
Plus Stelfs at Priory can’t go where he lives
I've got drive, I could chauffeur these kids
Wanna talk show? Then I open these kids
Sit em at a table like they're supposed to be drinks
Try and tell em 'bout life, they probably won't believe shit
Cause everybody's so gassed, I gotta take a sec
Take a right but everybody's tryna take a left
The road less traveled is the hardest
Easier being like everybody else and throw away respect
Active, catch a body, that's the major step
Join a gang and put your mother through some major stress
Uh, that's how it goes round here but
Max got uncountable flows round here, yeah