Suck Yourself

whenInstead of doin somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps,
Id be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to
Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night long
See man ODin of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come
Id smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped dingin
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now
Im singin
At my little sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs coachin
Put youre album out, same day as us and well see whos roastin!
Suck yourself!
You dont kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you aint never cocked no still
Real recognise real!
You know the deal
If ya on this ting and you aint talkin shit
Ima see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill
When ya make a mill,
Ima see ya
Respected by
Gs cos I never tried to be one
But Ive been around
Dappy and money makers
Its football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie )
Uh, I never lie in my bars
Artist blow and make upa part
They start liein to the listeners,
I tell em be yaself, the real
Gs aint listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I dont give a shit if ya grindingif ya clothes look shit, youre a tramp!
Im sick and tired of these
Youtube gees, gettin pissed of because ya girl
Youtubes me
I swear down these
Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, throw up a
CPlease, Mr
Munks all good
Ya think my hair werent cut the way
Im good in my hood
I pass through like sho they show love
Its an event whenever
I shows up
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my name
I came, from a place where its all or nothin
So Ima take all and leave the boys nothin
Leave the boys scuffin yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album,
Nigger Im the shit
Ey yo Das look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats chillin
Look at me now spittin
Teeth still grinnin
Pass through my hood
Big gully
A R chain swingin
Paid so Im boastin
I can burn bread
On 1 4 corner ways
Suck yourself!
You dont kill! (You dont kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you aint never cocked no still
Real recognise real!
You know the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you aint talkin shit
Ima see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill
YoI was never ballin
My trainersall had smiles on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair mate
Wed lick a couple lappys
And wed meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that
I believed in
Didnt think 4 years down the line,
Id still be grievin
And I aint leavin, so ...
Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You dont kill! (You dont kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you aint never cocked no still
Real recognise real!
You know the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you aint talkin shit
Ima see ya when you make a mill
When you make a mill
Fuck it!