Rack City (cover)

Fuck tru religion catch me in some cheap jeans Power to the people but my favourite colour green Arsenal and tottenham its all the same to me Cos my n***** from spurs are the gunners in my team Birds tweet chatting shit and never follow up Fuck them I got more cash than followers My teams tight I don’t need new friends g But me and that block button getting friendly In the club gimmie space fam You know them white girls love me like fake tan Yea I’m a made man Look at what I made man Team UK I’m a household name fam Please Lord forgive my sins Yea I over think and over drink In the club me I might order Magnums But my gangster friends might bring one in Ah yeah we in this bitch n**** You just bitch n**** Cos u a bitch n**** Fuck these MC’s and their punchlines I got bars like girls I just dump mine Anytime on any beat I choose And I bet I can beat any beat I choose Don’t make me pick your chick cos my point to prove Pussy I can have u dropped if I point at you Yea I’m on this TOWIE ting fam its no joke Tryna swap the second P with a K in Lauren Pope Never drown in pussy me I stay afloat Play Noahs ark till I sink ya boat Ya still living with ya mum you ain't a big man I never hear you and ya team do it big fam Play false hair and get one up in your wig fam Were all inked up but you got shit tatts And the hot girls know what I’m on Doggy till ya bottom goes red Louboutin You might even get a pair if you cook good I tell a model it ain't enough to look good Dead wrong thinking my games up MC’s paying for views the games fucked For running up ya beak have you duck taped up Middle finger up in ya chick who gives a fuck Say it how it is I don’t give two shits I’m on this Caribbean tip but shout out the Brits I use your album cover just to out my spliffs And I go inside out if them man go in Yea!