[Chorus: Mastermind]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***as, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
Before these bitches get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
I had to put them on the wave time
Ozone space time
Six figure n***a, chain on me when I stage dive
I stay runnin' up these cheques on my day grind
And I'm never switchin' up sides, I make the same slides
I'm with the K9s, we ain't on no playtime
Shoppin' with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline
Beat it, I never eat it if she ain't mine
Deep shit but they don't deep it until the drapes fly
Song shit, I put my whole soul into it, baby
Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me
So stressed, I went from homeless to gettin' paid, G
Outside, we did the frontline when shit's crazy
Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me
Life in these streets can turn a boy brazy
She sent me n***s like she workin' for page three
I get this cake like my first name Paigey
[Chorus: Mastermind]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***as, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
Before these bitches get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia

[Verse 2: Chip]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
That's why my n***as toastin' every time we meet up
Man, I been rappin' so long, should put my feet up
But would the game be the same without me? Huh
Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers
She just want a London boy on top of covers
Told shorty we can- we can't be lovers
Tryna beat, so give me brain, I got no rubbers
Flavours, you don't know about grub, my G
That's not Cali, he got bumped, my G
Weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit, bro
Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke
Northside, Chippy grow up in the tough hood
So every time I hear "Die young", I touch wood
More money, more gyal, more peace in life
Might get a massage in my sheets tonight
[Chorus: Mastermind]
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my n***as, since then, I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' n***a, "I ain't no preacher"
Before these bitches get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my n***as that all of the police took
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia