[Producer tag: Blanq Beatz & GENSHI]

[Verse 1: Phoenix Jones]
Aight
Once upon a time not long ago
Trap music in NYC was a forceful veto
Back when  - back when I was a young and old school was the genre de facto
People in my city where addicted to smoking tobacco
The money, the fame, the drugs, the b*tches
I'm cross at you like i'm crossing the bridges
My brudda be capping, ask them to bear witness
They got a short standard of cheddar, I gave them my business
Got a new four fifth, new jewellery from the goldsmith
New choad chafer with more jeans underneath
I can either seethe with jealousy or not ruin my 1337 teeth
f*ck gullet got slit, that is why i can't breathe
Bingeing panda express and scores of it
Going to see if there's any left in the cabinet
Dairy queen and there's still enough in my budget
Had a wealth of impersonators, all of them are counterfeit

[Bridge: Phoenix Jones]
You better wake up and smell the mafia coffee
I'm fynna use smith and wesson if you threaten me
Fresh out of Pape'ete, moved to New York got a bachelor's degree
Got released from gaol in '12, now i'm an evacuee

[Hook: Phoenix Jones (slowthai)]
I want it all, the money, the drugs and the fame
And if you a rapper and you skint as f*ck then what a shame
The Big Ben is covered in scaffolding and my homie was the one to blame
I ain't got chains, ain't got no tattoos, i should leave the rap game
I want it all, the money, the drugs and the fame
And if you a rapper and you skint as f*ck then what a shame
The Big Ben is covered in scaffolding and my homie was the one to blame
I ain't got chains, ain't got no tattoos, i should leave the rap game

[Verse 2: slowthai]


[Bridge: Phoenix Jones]


[Hook: Phoenix Jones (NLE Choppa)]


[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]


[Bridge: Phoenix Jones]


[Hook: Phoenix Jones]