Oi Aye Eight man deep inna five man whip Whos in the boot shotgun not Oi its S Oi Aye aye Prolly take wheel coz I never stop In the shop gon cop whatever bop In mums whip In da rear view tectives And I'm with josh They pulled up josh gave em' verbal Put em' in der place like foster shops I ain't got time to OT bop And it ain't about cash and it ain't about cops It's about them hands on da clock Man they move too quick gotta move this drop This bad b gon give that top When I bust she stop and the box to the left Still a diva but not for me And I got options on deck Money on my mind but it's followed by stress Yo did y here what you fucking said Money on my mind but it's followed by stress Followed by death just gimme a breath I chipped that cunt And he took that deeply Like my ex when she wanna come see me But I ain't got time to do it weekly It might end wid a L like TP Might end up on da news on TV Ever go broke phone bro for the CV Smoke dis bud light up the CP Coz I know kals just screaming free me Free my bro like free my brudda Nights get cold but the days get hotter Praise the fake mock the real Get too much hate coz I'm moving proper Beats still bang and the speaker knocker Mix on point imma beat dropper Got the home stu right in the crib but it's all mobile make a beat in a chopper My bro bro got a son Now slim is up wid a baby calling Uncle S move big wid his chest Imma step up top now just to support em My whole life confused to the max but now immastep ahead no stalling My mindset was money girls drugs But now it's just balling If you fuck around got boys like liam The bloke too quick wanna bet won't see him Clay there posted steady preeing ZBE came through dripped in szn What the fuck now Rice is leaving Gotta drop from tha opp let's meet him Dr Dinos plugged wid da GPs No more stress for the fucking beefing Eight man deep in a five man whip Who's in the boot shotgun not Prolly take wheel coz I never stop In da shop gon cop whatever bop Repeat bars cant drop Put it in the vault coz I might still hop In the clash get spun like chop Your a dog like chop for the franklins flop DJ don't stop that Fantasise on stage man I wanna just grow Fuck off crowd so the stage get shutdown But it ain't no skepta show Man I gotta be smart might cut down swearing Gotta get on da radio Hold up can't do that Fuck that still grow solo Eye contact can't do that for too long man I seen too much through pain If I don't trust kick back ain't on that Trust issues might rot my brain Cant be tammed I'm going insane Something I can't explain But I ain't no Lil Baby Never needed no help in vain Got shooters got fighters Done all nighters Got real riders Got offsiders Got insiders Multi eight legs up like spiders Girl stop ya whinning Swear you don't listen Open ur eyes and just Fuck the girl can't trust Sixteen weeks onna fucking trial Sixteen weeks onna fucking trial