Dready - Letter To London lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] It's do or die I'm screaming do Sometimes I lie to women, but I am the truth Tell money count me in, haters count me out If I ain't top 5 you're either dumb or can't count A blind man could see I'm on some neck sh** See that deal he just signed I rejected Defensive, be offended I'm just such a trendsetter Plus I think a little bigger Hence I do a little better I get cake like it's my birthday Cheating on my vocab, that's what you call wordplay To move Stateside, mmm, yeah I'll take a hundred I'll come back, make a hundred, I'm just keeping it one hundred You're too busy calculating what my flaws is If money makes the world go round, you n***as paused it Critically criticized you couldn't do better Call me big headed, but I fit this new era Real G's respect my hustle, let's keep it real G If you ain't happy for me now you never will be Now you've heard my mistakes don't make the same ones twice The best advice that I can give, is don't take advice Cause they will steer you wrong, to interrupt your drive Put a spanner in your works before you reach your prime Everyone that ever shot me down for not making grime is now Not making grime, I'm just ahead of my time But I still got the flow, grounded Fly as f**, but still grounded Can't stuck to one genre, switch styles like outfits Bad luck like 3 sixes p**y n***a your locked up Penthouse suit, your girl, s** in the air, we f**ed up Sativa for my bretha, swish a roll of that reefa Them boy there don't f** with us, we don't f** with them either Grand Hustle my team strong, my team's on, what's your team on? Cash motto- two words, cruel start and I'll move first Move first, step in the way get moved first Diss me, no treatment, directors will shoot first Shoot first, Hustle Gang we on one f** you, sprinting quick, I can't see you in the long run I'm on Ciroc! I'm on tequila I'm so UK, Call me Ribena Pack my bags and hit the A, yeah I put my heart in If I don't crack the states fly me home in a casket! [Outro]