P Money - Guest List (Part 1) lyrics

Man wanna clash me? Man better fill up their tank Cuh it's a long one-way road Shoutout Skepta, man, NY's on the map #BugzyMalone I bet you didn't get it, spell it out slow Bredders put me in my John Wayne zone Got me out here looking for man on my own Konan sword, walking the long way home Top boy now, I crept in as a youngen Dan with the flows, I've got dozens Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents Christenings full of some certified cousins Love this baby that wasn't even planned More reason to not rate my dad Lock into #GrimeTime, Radio 1 I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam Love and vibes, maximum jokes Back in the UK, man know I don't smoke But when I'm stressed, I go 'Dam with Joe's grinder Fresh trim plus weed and roach Sitting on the square with a zoot on my ear One finished, put another one to my lips Airing phone calls, but I'm on my emails Chatting to Fran, accepting gigs I ain't a smoker so I get dizzy You can find this boy in the corner (lit!) Man ain't no cameo, turn of your camera Before you get a big nasty one on your lip No lay lay whenever I get vexed One guy tried it back in Stratford Rex But you know what happened next (Bu-Bu-Bang!) Sound effects Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause Beat up you and the feds, I'm bonkers Watch man stutter when I bring out the conkers They ain't seen a real one like this in yonkers Anyway, back to the tour life, G Dynamite for those that wanna envy Hotel room right next to my DJ Knocked on the door, "Yo J, it's M-E" It's like everybody tryna get P Now the boydem tryna target me I can't even chill out at my bredrin's yard I got a text saying "feds just stormed Z's" Mad Slap, pay attention, oi They're really out here tryna section boys I've been real since Charizard and Blastoise (you get me?) Every year, I get hotter To book me, there's gotta be a comma Not pay me!? Why would you bother? Tomorrow's headline? Shotty Horroh Pap pap, turn man into meat loaf Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke Say you're innocent, but my arrow's pointing at you man When I pick up my Sneakbo So clear off About you soundboys wanna be the boss Ga**ed off of Charlie, but they all turn into sloths As soon as their high wears off Been sick from young, nobody taught me I beat 'nuff gyal, gone past 40 Paranoid introducing my girl Like this boy better not know my shorty, please