[Verse 1]
See I been thinking bout my life lately
How my life's crazy
It's kind of f**ing with me
It you wanna hit me
Best you dickheads come and get me
I'm always round town
Ands always got it with me
Always on the road
Up and down, getting busy
Never home
Forever roming this f**ing city
It's a f**ing pity
Why they wanna envy me
So f**ing silly
Never could you end my spree
I'm a G
Until the lord sends for me
I cook beef
Koke's got the recipe
I hope you c*nts rest in peace
And stop hating on the next to be
I know why they vexed with me
Cos the flows like exstacy
I'm so live
Thats why your b**h is next to me
Hoes alive
Koke's got s** appeal, No lie
I'm so North West for real
[Verse 2]
Couple of bags on my arm
Doctoring your bracelet
You think your hard
Then p**y come and take it
I have the doctor asking where your face went
The shots doops
And it can tell you where your waist went
Have these brains in
Brains on the pavement
Snitches in the station
Writing out statements
If he's not patient
He ends up a patient
I put dutch on his head
Like a asian, blatant
I can see that their hating
Still money making
Great things, fire for the snake thing
Line him up and blaze him
Riding with the A-team