Cut dem off
Most dem ones, can't trust
Most dem ones wanna be someone
It's funny what they do in the club
Sharin' hugs
"We're best friends, " no we're not
Move your hand from my top
I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog
Just a lover
Word to my mother
You're just undercover
See you watching, quick, unfollow
Make my heart turn hollow
Won't be here tomorrow
I'm like the sun, I rise up and then gone
Back here tomorrow
Clockwork Orange
I ain't in the day of porridge
Don't make me Chuck Norris
'Cause I run my town but I'm nothin' like Boris
Tyrant for PM
'Cause I'm active AM to PM
Drop-top on the BM
BM drop top when she see him
Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him
Crime scene, can't see me fleein'
Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum
Carpe diem, don't just live on the weekend
Na books you can try fit T in
Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting
Annoying how your whip got keys
Slowthai might've been the one that key'd it

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

But the point is [?] ready
Weston Favell JD ready
Was you born in a barn?
Close the door, it's chilly
Next door screamin' bad
They got kids, but they don't live with me
Replying ad libs a lot of badness
In an Audi, rush hour traffic
[?] mascara lashes
Admit it 'cause you know it's long
Too many lies, I don't trust no one
Done walked through fires barefoot, no top
Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don't stop
Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton
Shawshank ting, need redemption
True say sellin' drugs, ain't got a pension
Try repent my sins, but I'm not a reverend
Not a lot goin' on in Britain
Hot cross buns and a posh feelin
Yeah, I love tea, got a cup brewin
Why you commentatin' on how I do it?
Silence is loud, silence my movement
Silence dem, it's about the movement
If you snakin' me, you will learn by force
Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong