[Verse 1: Rimzee]
I know why they act like they can't see me
Cah I done a bid and made that shit look easy
N***as wanna beef me cah they can't be me
A thug's motivation, shit I feel like Jeezy
Free my brudda K, he turned soft into hard
And he just took shahada man, mashallah
I know how it feels when you locked behind bars
But now they mention my name when they talk bout the charts
Chilling with my bae man, her hair so curly
Thinking how much of my n***as never made it to thirty
My life's been a movie, they gave Ant Man twenty years
I don't go cinemas unless it's a premiere
I wouldn't lie to you, I was in the can like an Irn-Bru
Go L.V., they bring me to the private room
Look how far we came, tryna shoot n***as in their face
LB brought me on Wireless main stage

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
A hunnid shots came with the nine
So there ain't no escaping the bine
Bullish really changing your mind
New drip but that's old money
Maybach in that convoy, my bitch chauffeur me
Order twenty keys, now that door won't close on me
I been getting rich just like I'm supposed to be
Pop star but I'm straight out the ghetto
Pornstar Martini, even in her stilettos
Water in the kettle, watch it cool and settle
Dotty hit you in the torso, leave you with freckles
[Verse 3: Skrapz]
It's about to be a very hot summer
Got old tings tryna hit me up but now I've got a new number
I put a gram of Gusherz in a crusher
I cop a mini Wray & Nephew and then I pour it in a slusher
I was meant to hit the gym but I never
I'm taking in the weather, I'm doing up leisure, I'm feeling no pressure
I'm chilling on the block even though the block's pepper
Anybody try and come through, they leave on a stretcher
I'm still a hot stepper, I'm still a hot bredda
Went jail, came home, now I feel a lot better
Around the time Rihanna was singing bout umbrellas
I was tryna start a revolution like Mandela's
Black on black, everything cherry red leathers
I told my n***a Jazzy that we're in this ting together
It's not today, not tomorrow, it's forever
I've got my n***as like a bird's got feathers

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
A hunnid shots came with the nine
So there ain't no escaping the bine
Bullish really changing your mind
New drip but that's old money
Maybach in that convoy, my bitch chauffeur me
Order twenty keys, now that door won't close on me
I been getting rich just like I'm supposed to be
Pop star but I'm straight out the ghetto
Pornstar Martini, even in her stilettos
Water in the kettle, watch it cool and settle
Dotty hit you in the torso, leave you with freckles
[Outro: Nafe Smallz]
One mash, two clips, no three-fours
Five guys in a six rental, man tour
Y.G.'s singing the Drake, he pop corn
Gunners stay top of the league, we on form, top form