I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be blowin' money fast i'm getting pissed off
'Cause we gotta stay humble and we're still in the jungle
And I gotta first know my square foot before I splash four on Dsquared
I gotta take care of my family and all of the people around me
Before we chop this bread so recklessly like we don't even care
Moretime I don't even care if we're rich but I don't wanna end up poor
So we ain't gotta do no shit no more
Make enough to leave them estates and courts
'Cause I don't wanna end up on ITV or end up in court
No time to stop and talk
Grind then we grind some more
How many man had their headtop screwed but still gotta carry the tool
And mummy didn't raise no fool
Bare man wanna be livin' like Mitch
I remember how it ended
And I don't wanna end up dead on a strip hence why I repented
Yeah
Most of my guys are in uni or working
And we walk got hustles on the side like mother like son
That's where I get my hunger and drive
Successful caterer for hours on her two feet standing
Like Serena she keeps on serving
Head front she told me eyes on the prize blink once or twice you might lose sight
That ain't no lie I seen it happen with my very own eyes
It's like ever since secondary life took a left turn and sped up by seventy
All Tryna get this guap and pattern a career by twenty
Work for twenty retire at forty
I ain't Tryna work till I'm sixty
Most people die in their eighties
But I'm young and black inna London So it's God's grace of I make it to thirty
Running through thoughts so quickly you would think I was smoking on cookie
Moretime I don't even smoke this music ting be my therapy
I tell my people less talking more grinding but they all wanna talk all day like they on Loose women but half of them listening
Still drop 'em bars if they ain't got the signal let 'em know I'm delivering
No emotion my poker face don't give much away like Barcelona in possession
Girls get pissed when I don't open up
They all wanna know what's the story
But I can't move too loose we grew up in Hackney not balamory
Yeah
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I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be blowin' money fast i'm getting pissed off
'Cause we gotta stay humble and we're still in the jungle
And I gotta first know my square foot before I splash four on Dsquared
I gotta take care of my family and all of the people around me
Before we chop this bread so recklessly like we don't even care
Moretime I don't even care if we're rich but I don't wanna end up poor
So we ain't gotta do no shit no more
Make enough to leave them estates and courts
'Cause I don't wanna end up on ITV or end up in court
No time to stop and talk
Grind then we grind some more
How many man had their headtop screwed but still gotta carry the tool
And mummy didn't raise no fool
Bare man wanna be livin' like Mitch
I remember how it ended
And I don't wanna end up dead on a strip hence why I repented
Yeah
Most of my guys are in uni or working
And we walk got hustles on the side like mother like son
That's where I get my hunger and drive
Successful caterer for hours on her two feet standing
Like Serena she keeps on serving
Head front she told me eyes on the prize blink once or twice you might lose sight
That ain't no lie I seen it happen with my very own eyes
It's like ever since secondary life took a left turn and sped up by seventy
All Tryna get this guap and pattern a career by twenty
Work for twenty retire at forty
I ain't Tryna work till I'm sixty
Most people die in their eighties
But I'm young and black inna London So it's God's grace of I make it to thirty
Running through thoughts so quickly you would think I was smoking on cookie
Moretime I don't even smoke this music ting be my therapy
I tell my people less talking more grinding but they all wanna talk all day like they on Loose women but half of them listening
Still drop 'em bars if they ain't got the signal let 'em know I'm delivering
No emotion my poker face don't give much away like Barcelona in possession
Girls get pissed when I don't open up
They all wanna know what's the story
But I can't move too loose we grew up in Hackney not balamory
Yeah
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be blowin' money fast i'm getting pissed off
'Cause we gotta stay humble and we're still in the jungle
And I gotta first know my square foot before I splash four on Dsquared
I gotta take care of my family and all of the people around me
Before we chop this bread so recklessly like we don't even care
Moretime I don't even care if we're rich but I don't wanna end up poor
So we ain't gotta do no shit no more
Make enough to leave them estates and courts
'Cause I don't wanna end up on ITV or end up in court
No time to stop and talk
Grind then we grind some more
How many man had their headtop screwed but still gotta carry the tool
And mummy didn't raise no fool
Bare man wanna be livin' like Mitch
I remember how it ended
And I don't wanna end up dead on a strip hence why I repented
Yeah
Most of my guys are in uni or working
And we walk got hustles on the side like mother like son
That's where I get my hunger and drive
Successful caterer for hours on her two feet standing
Like Serena she keeps on serving
Head front she told me eyes on the prize blink once or twice you might lose sight
That ain't no lie I seen it happen with my very own eyes
It's like ever since secondary life took a left turn and sped up by seventy
All Tryna get this guap and pattern a career by twenty
Work for twenty retire at forty
I ain't Tryna work till I'm sixty
Most people die in their eighties
But I'm young and black inna London So it's God's grace of I make it to thirty
Running through thoughts so quickly you would think I was smoking on cookie
Moretime I don't even smoke this music ting be my therapy
I tell my people less talking more grinding but they all wanna talk all day like they on Loose women but half of them listening
Still drop 'em bars if they ain't got the signal let 'em know I'm delivering
No emotion my poker face don't give much away like Barcelona in possession
Girls get pissed when I don't open up
They all wanna know what's the story
But I can't move too loose we grew up in Hackney not balamory
Yeah
Writer: Josiah Oladoyin
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