Part 1

[Verse]
What's your life like? I'll tell you lil' suttin' 'bout mine
I saw park and reverse till I stuck it in drive
I saw worst of the worst 'till I stuck to the grind
How much times I go broke and I was stuck all the time
Thin line between a hooptie and foreign with a four pipe
Lil' mama a cutie, calls won't ignore mine
This shit been so real, now I got no chill
I gave a 100 to my plug, now I get no bill
I'm in Louis V's, champagne, entrances
And I got business meetings that I gotta pencil in
And I got problems outside that I ain't mentionin'
'Cause I ain't ever felt cool or saw the sense of it
OGs and killers lose thеmselves on the nеt
Gotta scratch my head, should've kept your respect
I just blame the friends and surroundings
Sit there 'lowin' it
Enough with this clout ting, this game's gettin' crowded
They don't even do it for the bag, man it's strange
E-class nippy, there's a drag to the Range
I'm the kid that put that whole pack on the stage
And went and done a show and bought a fandom onstage
Really though, I bought that whole fandom onstage
You gettin' what I'm sayin', lucky I ain't catch a case
Now it's a different deal, head high up in the hills
Where the plugs' talkin' mils, they got different Richard Milles
High up, but they can't bring me right down
With a brick, I can tell you figures right now
My n***as really made a couple milli last round
So I fully understand what all the hype's about
I'm with a model and she's tellin' me she's lovin' my vibe
But her boyfriend's gonna kill her if he sees us outside
And if I say I am then I'm really outside
In the hood, uptown, T house or Dubai
Drive the lamb with the gears, 2 CC on the pedal
Left wrist that's a kettle, 20 pence on a bezel
And if I'm gonna stunt then it's gotta be levels
But I seem them n***as tryin', to be honest, it's terrible
See you n***as speakin', we really can't penny you
Soon put a shell in you, leavin' it terrible
I leave them other n***as doin' shit I would never do
And you ain't gotta answer for the truth, I'm tellin' you
Part 2

[Verse]
Drop kit this brick or boujie, Dior or B22s
Ex said that I'm toxic, I told her "It can't be me, it's you"
I call for the re-up and fill that boot
[?] the re-up, let's prove
Clip in half moon, no wakin' a fit in the coupe
4x4 can't fit in the bay, might take up two
The neighbours think I'm rude
I'm on live with my side but my main wanna link me too
Told little man "Just break it down in 2s
And make sure you lock that door"
Four ice cubes when I locked that fours
How you gonna top Dior? (How?)
Big spill and I'm gangster still
40 mill know when I grab the wheel
35K on a pack, it's sealed
Came in and made trappin' look real
Came and you made cappin' look cool
Say that you trap, but you ask for a whole one price and make it awks
Porsche with the 4, it's sauce
Won't say in the store, it's sauce
Hit it with the 4s, that's sauce
Shoot and score, that's sports
Get my young in the torch, now he's lightin' [?] and blocks of corn
Double out door, now she wanna stick to the morn
Fuck, that shit was cold, how can a man say it's hot?
Find out what estate he's on, ride up and blaze his top
Awkward clip in the mop, park in a disabled spot
Walkin' mummies my Jordan's off
It's mad that I still got my trainers on
Gotta be safe not sorry, sorry, did a reload in a lorry
Click, collect and add to the trolley
Three Gillettes when I go through Bobby
Whole pie just came in tape
Left him, with my bad one from Tate
Nothin', she just wanna do me today
Tay K, I'm doin' a race
Plugs from Manny, told him "wrap that dark and white, Malone and Aitch"
'Course I carry, dirty Harry
Four-door truck, stolen plates
We came, hear two bang out the end then one like Jay
Rotate, I'm hearin' the news next day like "what a shame" (What a shame)