Kano - Track Burglar lyrics

[Verse 1: Kano] Ah, Twenty-four seven I'm on this Viagra flow hardest for the longest Niagra flow pa** this at your own risk Aha their not finding the Kane But the flows like herpes never go away Creps like Prince 'cos they're never going gay Without looking fresher than the rest, yes Too many ballers not enough hits Too many lies, not enough evidence Too many guns, not enough bodies Too many d**, not enough profit Too much Gucci, not enough receipts That mutherf**er is a snide ... Dubai Too many gla**es, not enough champagne Fight to a bottle thats a damn shame Ah look, its on top for the summer time Might hit the club again and show them how to do it right More bubbles, no mong No sparklers its for us not the show Hands in the air Chicks by the truckload One look at us know the playing the field Wanna sit them as the Skepta table We need some more girls in there its not fair Ah, its like Rambo in their Too many man, too many many briers Throw around pocket like they got it And hopping into f**ing Cavaliers I don't make it rain and I got thousands in here Dollar bills thats just like throwing pounds in the air I'm something you're nothing Beef I busting your ducking Clubs I'm f**ing your crumping ah Chicks he's dumping mine jumping cars Might treat her to some shoes and a spa But when the clock strikes 12 she turns pumpkin ah Cinderella freak like Missy Elliot Says she want a Rude Boy See me date a Mrs Ella ella ay ay I'm filming like Kim K and Ray J Until they put me in a grave f**er I will never take a break And to the industry I'll never be a slave While I work and you sleep, I spray Thats why I'm so great, to real men greatest While everybody rates, them others just hating They can never say that I ain't inspiration They say that I changed, but me I embrace it Ah, like Barack Obama, sneak on the track Osama Eat up the track piranha, Put east on the map Colombus Laid back like a ganja farmer Kanes coming back like Karma 'Cos there ain't nobody rapping harder I'm the don I the gangster father Show jam packed to the rafters You couldn't even ram the barbers And most of you I never heard of you So heres a little something a made earlier, burglar