Yes Lads. Do you like drugs, yeah?
Yes, do you like Birmingham?
Yeah, Birminghams the best
Birminghams the best
Polo sports jacket, we pour claret
Connect like horse and carriage, 24 karat
Pure clarity, organically
I know the facts fully, i talk tactfully
Run the course rapid like the rubber dingy
You need the pukka ring me
Puffing, something stinky
Wave the pinky, high stakes
Real estate in the city bag the flake in a jiffy
Blaze the berry whole case of Henny
How you talking about money when you ain't making any
I got a hazy memory
This haze got me running late chasing like Chevy
Rub my belly I'm from Brums underbelly
Blood on my machete
Birra Moretti, I got the shit in gear ready
And I can get real petty
Yes Lads. Do you like drugs, yeah?
Yes, do you like Birmingham?
Yeah, Birminghams the best
We pop tinny's, I'm from the city
Drop the top, smoking like a Woodstock hippie
These rhymes are like a rock to a nitty
Oz in the zippy, sticky
We stack paper, foot on the gas like a drag racer
Stepping out in the alligator
Cali blazer, Bally trainer, he man from South Acre
They do the Macarena
I'm spending bills at the gala
You can't even keep it real with your barber
Might send my number 1 to deal with the drama
Man 6'6 and he's built like Kamala
I did it my way Sinatra
I'm brewing up Tom Caruana
I was in the Tomcat bagging marijuana
Now I'm on the top floor lounging in a sauna
I don't give fuck who anyone is, i'll stand up against anyone
No ones got what i haven't got
Every mans only got the same
Its who wants it the most
I want it the most
Its not how big the dog is
Its about how big the fight is in the dog
I wont fucking stop thats it