[Hook: Nafe Smallz]
Don’t mean it’s easy
True, I make it look easy
I’m in the fast lane (Skrr)
Living like a car chase
Hope it ain’t my last race
If it is, then boy, they’re coming last place (Nah)
Still got some people I’m watching over
So really it’s never over
Just needed a reminder (That right)
Looking for the money, still I’m never satisfied when I find her (No)
Weed in the grinder, light the thirteenth spliff
And the thirteen-year-old me knew it would be like this
For rеal

[Verse 1: Chip, M1llionz]
Parents are immigrants so England don’t want shit from me
Thеy just party all the time but that’s not lit to me
A icy chain, ring, and watch ain’t even lit to me
I’m old school like Iceberg History
See, when my dad left school, he couldn’t read or write
He can’t believe he had a son that can read and write
They all rate my pen game but I don’t even write
I told 8, "Punch me in” but I don’t even fight
I got this knife even though I don’t believe it’s right
The paramedics turning up tryna retrieve his life
I brandish my 9 live if I don’t feel a vibe
But I’m on guard ‘cause I can tell that you’re the sneaky type
Mi mudda always tell me, “Son, you affi watch your friends”
We got the snakes out the grass, the last are here to the end
I was sixteen the first time, I copped a Benz
That’s benzocaine for the ‘caine that I shot on the ends
I’m a loner but I’ve always had some popular friends
The scope on the fifteen’s like a binocular lens
Brodie with the Star-9, he looking out for me
Darg, is that a snap or a telescope? You’re looking at a star
They’re on me as if I hardly care
I love Brum cah I know there’s hella yardies there
It’s more money, more gyal, we working hard this year
Ménage à trois, don’t come if you got narni here
In the dance, man are giving funny looks about
Must think that I don’t know crooks about
I come up around gangsters there’s books about
All it takes is one finger, make you shush your mout’
I told her, “stop baby, I ain’t gonna come for now”
I don’t get aroused easy when my funds are down
Chopped it, I regret it, guess I done it for the thrill
Never met no pussies that done helped me with my bills
Sed time I’m thinking ‘bout marriage on my camera
Castle, a horse, and a carriage
Been to weddings but it was never me that caught the flowers
They gonna wait ‘til I’m dead ‘til they’ll give me all my flowers
Big .44, that’s powers
If it’s me or it’s them, then it’s them getting flowers
If it’s them getting flowers then it’s me having showers
With this SK, I feel so empowered
Come from shackles and chains, that’s why I’m here in my chain
Got so much on my mind she wan’ release with the brain
Ancestors, generation Windrush
Cs up, like we just tryna win cuz
My bro died with only one yute like he’s a communist
That’s how I know who to vote for in any politics
If you’re talking ‘bout the streets, I’ve got a scholarship
I never done it by the book but I’m a novelist
[Hook: Nafe Smallz]
Don’t mean it’s easy
True, I make it look easy
I’m in the fast lane (Skrr)
Living like a car chase
Hope it ain’t my last race
If it is, then boy, they’re coming last place (Gone)
Still got some people I’m watching over
So really it’s never over
Just needed a reminder (That right)
Looking for the money, still I’m never satisfied when I find her (Gone)
Weed in the grinder, light the thirteenth spliff
And the 13-year-old me knew it would be like this
For real