Cage got that cold (you′d take the clothes off my back and I'd let you)

Where that drip at AJ? (You′d steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it)

(I still don't know why)(Why I love it so much, oh, you)

I know heaven′s got a ghetto for the G′s like us

Just a clean heart brudda who let the .35 buss

From knee high, trappin' in my Levi′s bruck

'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

Chop a brick like Daniel-san

It′s in your heart if you stand or run

You can't gamble some

When you bang your gun

It stays with you like days when your dad used to slap your mum

Before I snitch I′ll cut out my tongue

Not on my worst enemy, on God I swear that shit can't run

I've got the streets all in my blood, for what it′s worth

I′ve got spirits all in my cup, I'm gettin′ burst

My heart, my soul, my pain in every verse

Mashin' works, you don′t want no sitcho

But I'll go schizo′, and shoot up the disco

And stick up the distro, all in a day's work

Still Hennessy and my spliff rolled

I'm gettin′ the bag, I ain′t sweatin' a slag

I get dirty for sixteen, it goes for twenty a slab

And I don′t know Garfield, but I know Terry the cat

And if you give him six white, he'll rent you the flat

Feds will tell you anything, just to get you to rat

Moncler with the fur, and the red and the black

Money make your old bitches start beggin′ you back

I need a house on the hill, suttin' semi-detached

′Cah livin' how I'm livin′, I can never relax

G, I got fish in the bowl and the recipe′s crack

And this fish talk to me like American Dad

And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap

Chucks definitely tapped

Don′t make him press on the Mac and air out (shh)

Chucks definitely tapped

Don't make him press on the Mac and air out

Moncler with the fur, and my diamonds looking burr

I′m rappin' and I′m trappin', I don't know what I prefer

All them years on the spur, seem to merge into a blur

Probably why I drink it from the bottle ′til I slur

Full throttle when I skrr, and they prayed for my return

I need my money, Mr. Burns, call me Monty

Cooler than the Fonzie, boolin′ in the bando with a blondie

Paigons say they're on who? Paigons ain′t on me

'Cah I′ve got that 22 inch, I'll kill a zombie

Never been Pompey but I trap on sea

Beam like at the trap like Grand Prix

Buses in the room when we convene

Scheming on bellies

Kitchen open real late like I′m eatin' at Eddy's

I have my young G′s posted at cribs rockin′ Ballys and semis

They ain't doin′ no leggies

They just wanna do it like Kevin and Perry

I've spent mad years sleepin′ at Debbie's, kippin′ on settees

Spent mad years readin' on basic, like fuck a telly

And now I take a bitch to the telly and she ain't basic

Now I need a crib for my nanny and one adjacent

I got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the basement

So I Alexander McQueen on occasion

Six on my kicks, LV′s when I lace ′em

Bark it like Alsatians, strikers in formation

Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians

So I'm John Snow with the bird, I mean ravens

Shit, I said I′m John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens

I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G′s like us

Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss

From knee high, trappin' in my Levi′s bruck

'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum

Yo

My baby girl told me I'm a deep thinker

See I′ve got so much on my mind but I can′t speak with her

How could I tell her that my friends just schemin' her

And more time I′m in the kitchen like Delia

They said, "P, back then you was greazier"

'Cah back then I found jail more easier

I was broke, now I step out like sim-simma

Black gun, black bimma, fat white hitter

I need twenty keys like the gym bar

And that ammonia smell, it just linger

Ridin′ to some old school Timba

Flying through Becky, then I cut past Windsor

I'm in the crown court, no Judge Rinder

Gyaldem sugar, you won′t catch me on Tinder

Catch me in the trap, and my foil and syringer

Long time P been a double wrap clinger