Glover Style

From them dodgy streets Not everybody eats They say Hollowman That nigga bodies beats If I tell em "jump" Watch them wallies leap Yeah, that thing that dumps No, it wasn't cheap Had the game on my back Back was hurting E went dead for me Crack weren't working Blap-blap that person That MAC got working Clap-clap that Kangol Flat-cap version They hated Giggs It's rap that swerved them Like-like "fuck that yout there And scrap that version" Shit ain't over So-so crack that curtain You just lack that certain You're like the plastic version Seizing his destiny Go get them keys off the bed for me Them geezers are dead to me Man'll really put Ps in his head for me Man'll really put sweets in the TEC for me Man have really got street niggas next to me All them villain OG niggas F with me And your Little Bo Peep is a sket to me I said that's not me, they wanna Skepta me Bitch niggas can't get to me Quick, write a cheque to me These moist niggas wet to me This bitch keep texting me Told [?] to me It's just sex to me D-dirty dungeons Thirty youngers Copped that strap for Thirteen hundred Man's statistics Are certi numbers We're them 30 dumpers Lost cause we turned his compass