Foil Fronts

[Verse 1] I'm an old school post modern man Marxist, intellectual Waka Flocka fan My vodka probably hasn't even got a brand like But who cares I've got a few birds numbers on my hand man Chatting shit in some sort of Scouse mongrel slang Trying to blag my way into the promise land and There's only such much your imaginary God can stand The lad's are like drop it laa let's just box a scran Haggle and dabble then skedaddle back to the castle Slick enough to bunk on Anthony's Travel I set an average example my role model Was a scowling ignorant scal with a tag on his ankle And now I'm nicking from Mal's, keblaow Fishing for dinner in the canal Before we find ourselves in it at the deep end Can you lend me some of your beak spend's please friend? I need some new clothes for this week's trend No laa but ring Ste Queng, funny you! We bop around sunny Runny in a hurry like pfft what a dump! A lot of shit happened since we watched Forrest Gump What do you do except get palatick? That's it! Oh and make classic's brassick Manic depressive rap shit with a smile and a fat spliff I'm blitzed [Hook] Money, hoes, blunt's and foil fronts x 8