 Check, check, check Eat four courses, four door porches Saucer is at the fortress, beats on my balls Exhausted at the bar, making torn orders Looking at you awkward, call it what you wanna call it Young prophet, I'm on that poor shit Stepping side the office, so fucking fly I customized the cockpit, jacket made of ostrich Lights you on the chopsticks, I got this Hip-style repertoire, I should cop a necklace Bigger than a rental car, uh I killed a second child, seven lards Big goosey bitch, maxing out the credit card Expensive heat, I'm trying to live expensively Sucking milk out of cash cow, until I get this cream I never sleep, rest doesn't matter It's non-stop, till I've got the queen's head on a platter I kick the doors off at Fort Knox And all that security with a saw-knock Like, fuck your job, I give a fuck at the door's lock You got a problem with that, boo, I fought not These hunger pains got me desperately collecting Painting, smoking, next shit But any means necessary to get this money with me But you're not spending any trying to fuck with my dough Line them in the cemetery, straight to the bank Safe in the back, dick inside the cemetery Telecut the cameras off and leave the booty dead and buried I'm trying to fuck porn stars and get paid a mill As Lord knows that J's ain't paying bills So I'm past that, man, I'm breaking in your house Through the cat flat, in a snapback You're getting jack fam, I need the stack signed I need a fast track, so where the cash, shit Winner's dead, shit Yo, let's go Jack'em Yo, yo Listen, yo Look He stands alone, on the arm, with a parker pen Sprying with these starters as he cars into the scars Or when he's drinking with the stars again Until his soul departs from it Drinking is the only way his mind can split apart from him And this is real, this is way more than an art to him Sipping henny like it's Lemonade He will never change, the fuck clears in his mind When he likes a Lemonade Smoking till he's choking He toasts it up and levitates But when he smokes it up, it opens up that special price Penetrates his mental state, won't hesitate to meditate Lighter than the featherweight, but boring like a heavyweight Putting pen to paper, till the pen can get his paper straight We're in picture of a rainy day Where he's the protagonist, it's up to him to save a day Racicaping, paved the way, stopping those that take his reign Danny Jack will never fade away, he's here to stay Look Yo, fuck it Said postcode pay, shit Well, these postcode wars, man I am really in them, but I guess these Guys want that sense of... Alright, yo, let's go Yo, life's got me stranded in bright cities Breaking up few divided kings, no I know some guys that push more keys than gyms will We spin clothes at winnows, I stole blood up for bars, binges My dogs are pigs, two of them half-pitched, half-tingers I'm from the block of piss and glass to ringers Several young girls that make brass and hinges Arts with their tingers, marks with their minges Art is from London, the B town, we creep round the army ants You actually might get beat down, big bars that can beast down We're acrobats, we might wake up, rat-lit shots And a gash at night, passion at precise Half-filled like glory over slavery days Rebellion's in it, all that came with the bravery change Still on breaking chains, mandin' basami lat Stacked dosage, packed posters, toppin' for money Got the crack-o's and black clothes with some niggas Honey, we're pretty, but that's the game-fammo Snakes and ladders, raisin' daggers, summer plays ammo Full of parts from a slave's shadow They check the street line from my perspective High deceptive from the white detective Battle for rations and a laugh deceptive Chasing collateral, that cruise scan did we bleed Mission accomplished is another deed Food on the menu is smothered in greed Whoever sent it should worry indeed My team's a bunch of the mothers and feeds We hustle the dream, we stuck in the streams We're the plenty fish girls to go about That common fam, why you holdin' that? All's of that candles, you blow em' out Be under the mattress, persevere through tragedy Pieces and other practises, certified to the tap Certainly tarry stacks, we mercil' you guys The reps of the merger when that's the- Alright, we breach law, shut cheese y'all Wack, be an AC fraud, just to make a mint lad Street war, see a guy clap with a re-war That ambulance racing like Nino Stay of emergency, stay in the urgent lead The blood running in the streets, the pavement's a burgundy Riding the wave of a crimson tide We victimised by the sins of pride This is how we live and die, repping that team flag These kids that keep strapped, the game gone sour Last skills in a green bag Dreams and schemes of puffin', coke and a scheme jack Stop and roll from though, from Angel to Eastam My city been real, it's busy in a bit still We keep it movin' like we can't physically sit still Vital ingredients, cookin' up a big meal The city in the kitchen has food, digies and cling film We breach laws and live above it, seek more than live for nothin' Keep source and hit inside This the times of recession and mass poverty We've had nuts and breadwinners, cracked blocks and dead dinners Wrapped up from 10 shivers or wrapped up But then figures from track cross, by 10 niggas It's that much to hustle money Might jump you for your trees, straight jungle bunnies Packs, beans and wax, beans, y'all I come for money, or still I trade a deal of judgment Comes a clash in my life, blushing a nap Sneakin' round like the devil when the passionate cryin' We're at the bottom of the drain With a bee catchin' street markers Blessing me in atheists, legs are hustlers, heat-buggers From the last scrap got product from the street saga Drug do's, the car jacks, the bus into the beat drama Keep all my meat calmer, only go can judge my presence I'll retreat after, I'll follow Well stuff, I've got a lot, keep a lot of it inside Making my way towards the top I ain't stoppin' for the lights but people tell me that I seem stressed Cause we're each day and each friend We drift closer and we speak less Sneaky people tell me that they're on the side But I'm on the bull, we're not trustin' anyone It's my sea fence, cause I don't need Pendle, need strength from anybody So apart from my family and friends, fuck everybody I'm lookin' for some, cause I'll be stuck up in the rain Focused on being myself, they'll be in someone that I ain't Real, recognized, real, fake, imitate, fake So half the rappers you listen to, I'll probably Rap as I'm raped, and I'm actually amazed How these artists be gettin' placed Startin' to lose my faith, but regardless I will not change, turn up, comedy, no industry Everything I spit is me, everyone needs a release I just used to do my I can't walk across the water I'm a scot and runnin' awful They get strung more than they should Do writing life to try to find my life I ain't goin' clubbing, tryin' to find the wife Tryin' to write Even though I have a pint clubbing I ain't that type of guy I'd rather find a suit and write Feelin' like I'm losing sight of music Can't have you in time It'd be the sensuous diet But who am I To think life can do all that you'll notice I've got a short attention span But they be run out so Yes, fuck