[ Featuring Potter Payper ]
(Cage got that cold)
Yeah
All back fit
Matte black whip
All back kicks
Matte black stick
Wonder which grow we're gonna run down shit
Still with the same yutes I played run-outs with
The same yutes turned bad, take guns out quick
I think I'm too sick, what have I come down with?
I'm an addict for the money
How the beep sounded
When the money counter goes
I put more pounds in
I speak to the connect like I build houses
Bricks and mortar
What I put pounds in
Pepper for them man, so they stay grounded
48 hours no sleep counting
The shit we had to do to leave public housing
All these council flats
Different cats
I know frank would sell his child for a piece of crack
It ain't glitz and glamour cut me some slack, uh
Whip fast
Crib large
And my wrist cold
Get pounds, link S
Watch him whip coke
Gold plaque in the streets
We really been cold
And I'm about to go platinum like
I bag it by eye
Only candlelights
I bet they don't own all their masters right
I bet they don't know what karma's like
And none of my friends are informers right, uh
Ye
When I pick it up it's raw
When I drop it off it's hard
Had to give the trap my all
I make music 'cause I'm bored
No I'm selling I'm selling out on tour
Came a long way from a draw
Uh
Yeee
Came a long way from some draws
Who decides war?
And I never beef over whores
And I like pink pound notes
Never do less, I do more
For jewels, I got insurance
Beef, I have in three courses
First course warm up
Then main course indulging
Deserts is when he's cold on the floor with stained forces
They don't care about their lives
But my life's important
Loyal to the plug, I can't do re-mortgage
Generals don't beef they just give out orders
I treat my brothers well, they're my capos not soldiers
Yee
Who decides war?
Tell me
Who decides war?
Who decides war?
Tell me
Who decides war?
Who decides war?
Tell me
Who decides war?
Who decides war?
