Popped from the sack of a hopeless gambler
Quaff on the cans and I Smoke the Lambert
Puff on the brand that'd choked me granda
Cough and it rasps like a broken sander
Bag with gin and smokes and that's lit
Rap some shit and hope it catches
Got that kindling, load o' matches
Burn this bitch and stoke the ashes
Once I made the pipes from a coke can
Wanna get a site and I'll grow plants
One in for the white I'm a snowman
Borrow you a line then? No chance
Catch us I'm on Wickr mate
Facts I'm from a different space
Cutting bars and spitting shapes
Blast it til your pictures shake
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
No rest til it's spa day every day
Lost case man padre, get away
One way it's the hard way anyway
So the pasts all scars mate, bellyache
No shop, don't work away
But I've got the drop and the words to say
Something off the top I can percolate
Something you can rock if you're hurting mate
Train to York, on a Monday though
Scaling walls, til the Sunday so
Breaking laws, with a numb face bro
Taking more, til me funds say no
I've got drink, and I've got snout
Ill being skint and I want to bost out
Missus with the bling and the big posh house
And a neighbour with a gym n a shit-hot spouse
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating on a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
I'm sloshed, listening to mobb deep
I've got ambition and you've got grief
Your box, don't fit in it soz chief
I'm frost, chilling on a hot beat
Smells like death man in the tab house
Sup that bev man til am blacked out
Shush 'bout debts man gonna cash out
Roots are dead man gonna branch out
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
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Popped from the sack of a hopeless gambler
Quaff on the cans and I Smoke the Lambert
Puff on the brand that'd choked me granda
Cough and it rasps like a broken sander
Bag with gin and smokes and that's lit
Rap some shit and hope it catches
Got that kindling, load o' matches
Burn this bitch and stoke the ashes
Once I made the pipes from a coke can
Wanna get a site and I'll grow plants
One in for the white I'm a snowman
Borrow you a line then? No chance
Catch us I'm on Wickr mate
Facts I'm from a different space
Cutting bars and spitting shapes
Blast it til your pictures shake
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
No rest til it's spa day every day
Lost case man padre, get away
One way it's the hard way anyway
So the pasts all scars mate, bellyache
No shop, don't work away
But I've got the drop and the words to say
Something off the top I can percolate
Something you can rock if you're hurting mate
Train to York, on a Monday though
Scaling walls, til the Sunday so
Breaking laws, with a numb face bro
Taking more, til me funds say no
I've got drink, and I've got snout
Ill being skint and I want to bost out
Missus with the bling and the big posh house
And a neighbour with a gym n a shit-hot spouse
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating on a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
I'm sloshed, listening to mobb deep
I've got ambition and you've got grief
Your box, don't fit in it soz chief
I'm frost, chilling on a hot beat
Smells like death man in the tab house
Sup that bev man til am blacked out
Shush 'bout debts man gonna cash out
Roots are dead man gonna branch out
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
Quaff on the cans and I Smoke the Lambert
Puff on the brand that'd choked me granda
Cough and it rasps like a broken sander
Bag with gin and smokes and that's lit
Rap some shit and hope it catches
Got that kindling, load o' matches
Burn this bitch and stoke the ashes
Once I made the pipes from a coke can
Wanna get a site and I'll grow plants
One in for the white I'm a snowman
Borrow you a line then? No chance
Catch us I'm on Wickr mate
Facts I'm from a different space
Cutting bars and spitting shapes
Blast it til your pictures shake
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
No rest til it's spa day every day
Lost case man padre, get away
One way it's the hard way anyway
So the pasts all scars mate, bellyache
No shop, don't work away
But I've got the drop and the words to say
Something off the top I can percolate
Something you can rock if you're hurting mate
Train to York, on a Monday though
Scaling walls, til the Sunday so
Breaking laws, with a numb face bro
Taking more, til me funds say no
I've got drink, and I've got snout
Ill being skint and I want to bost out
Missus with the bling and the big posh house
And a neighbour with a gym n a shit-hot spouse
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating on a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
I'm sloshed, listening to mobb deep
I've got ambition and you've got grief
Your box, don't fit in it soz chief
I'm frost, chilling on a hot beat
Smells like death man in the tab house
Sup that bev man til am blacked out
Shush 'bout debts man gonna cash out
Roots are dead man gonna branch out
Get a couple twenties and it's success
Enemies are many and we trust less
Cherry picking berries on a bush flex
Get it in your belly and it's crushed fresh
Stepping on you heavy with the brushed kreps
Sweating for a milli and I'm upset
You're shnecking at the telly with the foot rest
We're shelly on the Senny and we're up next
Writer: Simon Kennedy
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