[Verse 1]
Burnt out then I rose from the ash heap
To uncork chaos and blag MONEY
Lack sleep too much noise on this damn street
Kids givin their dads cheek
In the alleyway booting a ball, roaring, all mornin'
Crazy Pam tryna' kick next doors door in
Looked slow, until I got drunk an puffed dro
Then transformed like Melvin Junko
No one asked me shit but I'm yellin' "fuck no!"
A good kid, would rather get rich sellin' drugs tho
Give me room to let me nuts grow
I curse the world like the owner of a freshly stubbed toe
Intellectual chav rap, dressed in umbro
With a kez an tux though
Yo, I'm the man let ye mum know
Ready, fuck a set unless it's Blah Records; just go!

[Chorus]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound

[Verse 2]
If you don't know us, we're some broke old thugs
I don't have a gold tooth yet but me logo does
So what, what do you want to be rich for?
You can have mad shit and still be piss poor
I blag a bit, then a bit more
The shit's raw like a crack house in store
Lad, I could bunk a fucking rickshaw
And cold sag, (then) take it all back
When they're closing the cell door
Like "don't do it!" if it's not worth going to hell for
It's going off once the tea's brewed
Fuck you and I probably mean to be rude
I'm in a bleak mood
Freezer full of reformed, pre-chewed, weed fiend, teen food
When it's time to feast
You don't need ask me twice, you need to ask me like; twenty times at least!

[Chorus]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds

[Verse 3]
I need to ease this stiff neck and mid back pain
So I got a gold chain with me whiplash claim
And aim to get rich with this last grain
And not lose me head like Charlie Vincent in Black Rain
We are but a droplet in the ocean
Trying to sell the same old empty bottle of emotion
Writing this like;
Why the fuck am I writing this like?
Don’t try an eat too many blue Smarties and choke
If you don’t get the shit you’re probably part of the joke
Second place; first loser
With nothing to do like an out of work Doozer
That reminds me of the good old days
Walking down the bus roads blazed
Shrugging life off like; "what a bitch!"
I know where Wally is but I’m not a snitch

[Chorus]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds