Maniac - Fast Food & Lottery Tickets lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] They wanna know how I come in the business I reply "it's none of your business" Now look at me, I'm running a business On my own, nobody a**isting And cause of my dad, I'm young and I'm gifted Hope they don't get none of it twisted I'll still knock man out for calling my sisters Cause I don't wanna end up back on the strip Delivering fast food and lottery tickets But I never had a job so none of 'em get it, f** it Or in OT with a baiter face Telling a worker "go buy some credit", f** it I ain't getting no job, chat sh** if you want 66 for the box Look [Verse 2] I don't chat, I'm a drinker I'll ride out, stuff six man in the sprinter If I want swag, then I [?] Cause I remember not having a listener And I ain't a work of art yet I'll still need somebody backing the picture But I ain't quitting for no one So you won't see me scrapping the scripture From [?] to Ladbroke to Lewisham To Lansford, they know me And the London streets are cold, B Nowadays man wanna beef their co-Ds But I ain't no defendant So when I get money, I'm over-spending That's why I come across so defendant I smoked the yard, then I broke and entered And if you ain't real, then ask for a refund Save your money before the ting's begun And if you're here to hate then get your P back If not, bill a ting and then relax What do you know about sitting on a train From North to South England, carrying three straps? Ain't even gotta share that, you're too ga**ed Don't encourage anybody to do that I ain't invincible Stay alive, don't snitch is the principle Don't fear no pawns or bishops or kings at all And as for the rooks, they're pricks and all I took two steps, then I slid to the right Don't wanna be a king, what's a king to a knight? And I won't do no link-up with [?] OD cause I had a drink and I'm hype So anyway, I got in the business I went Liverpool to my brother at his crib Doing rap but I learnt to spit quick How old was I? Like twelve, thirteen Anyway, it was a kid ting Come back, then I got nicked at Tristan's They run up in the yard and I had a flick ting Back then, ga**ed up, young on the strip Eating fast food, playing lottery tickets It was easier then, man have gotta admit it Now feds have got about thirty man All over the country in cans sitting down I ain't saying no names or baiting out case Just know it ain't rape Can't have that on our licence plate We're out here avoiding Trident, mate And they're like ahh, he's trying it bait, 'llow it Will's pad days, he was not that shower First time that I set foot in the radio First time that I saw a man sniff powder First time that I thought man should sell that First time that I saw man, it was a power [?] towers East side for hours, young flee gang Never brung me fam, so I done me, fam 2014, it was only Truss we had But then I got hooked on the country laps Before coke, we was the hungry batch Mum don't know when her son'll be back But she knows that I'm gonna be back Cause since Guardian Angels, man have been the devil And no one troubles me back, fact Hotline Distributions Problem? Hotline's the solutions The real fans will buy the exclusives While fake fans admire the big movements So out to the girls doing 9 to 5s Who are ride-or-die and ain't choosing I could've got a job in computing I could've been a ticketer too, but they tied me to shootings I don't come on the mic about shootings I come on the mic and show man how to do things I've got a holiday sponsorship, lots of piff Two years flat after music If you've got more than 100k for the next album My brudda, we'll do this If you're a female and you can handle my calls and emails Come do this Cause I'm trained If it's easy, I'm shotting c**aine But that isn't a path I must take Made two mil and I halved it with Dwayne Jack rang me up like "what you saying?" Now man's hitting the park to link Shane Insane how I'm still the same But they all say I've changed, but I know I ain't Or have I? I want a manor drop, that's a rabbi Cause I ain't like them, now, am I? And I can't let them win, can I? Bars go over your head like shampoo Mind that you don't get bad eyes How can I be the bad guy? You don't feed me, you don't clothe me Tell me, who do I owe in the business? They prance around but they all know who the prince is And the feds charged me with negative ID Parading fingerprinting That means somebody's snitching Still buss case cause I ain't a victim That's why I focus on this ting There must be some way better to live Than eating fast food, shotting lottery tickets Man's due to link up with Potter and bill it Been through a lot- oi, blud