Vezzy Crooks - Fiends 2 Society lyrics

Seeing all image boys that hustle just to look nice, an insult to the go getters making sure their daughters have a good night, a good night of food and clean water, whilst tryna leave the hood right, them boy there, splashing their only bag up in Brompton Rd just to look fly Their just nitties to the white man, catting for the lime light like its Cla** A, whilst Mr. Louis V's line banging cus these black people rinsing out their last change All that money spent could have got a fridge for your mother, but their Tryna be rich, I mean, rich for the summer, I mean rich for the moment, I can't a**ociate with dem boy, for the love for the cat on a jumper, n***as banging moves with them skeng boys One fiend put his freedom on the line for his fix at Harrods cus he heard a Nines track, saw Tion Wayne- Hate on Me and consigned a loud pack, ain't it ironic how he's selling d** just to feed his habit, to satisfy his habit, Queen Lizzy disappeared like magic Don't mind designer but only spend if you got that spare change, invest first, save second, and do what you need to do A Don't go broke Tryna impress n***as that are broke too, that's hustling backwards, own yourself, don't let garms own you, let's use our pees for certi stuff, lets cop properties and a**ets, residual income, I call that residual magic All these fiends need a prescription that I like to call "investments" catting for Zanottis gear but you're only making his pockets fat