A Million And One

[Intro: Lowkey] Yeah. It's Lowkey For all my people that wanna make a million pound. yeah A million Blud trust me, this time next year We will be millionaires I believe it bruv [Verse 1: Lowkey] There's a million ways to make a million chips Just ask William Gates or William Smith Does the Freshest Prince to the thrown, really exist? The king's filling the Kingdom with silliness and hate Listen mate, let me illustrate this rap shit is here to stay Still many imitate, you couldn't take me out With a chopper and army missiles I see myself as a shopper at Harvey Nichols With lots of dough but not from chatting to garage Just to pop across the road and buy a jacket from Harrods Too many MCs and rappers are average I'm one in a mill, blessed with nothing but skill I'm talkin' doe, like Homer Simpson picture me Rolling in a chauffeur driven limousine Owning boats from the coast of Britain to the Philippines In a versacci suit only stopped to strap a huge Bob Marley zoot Rum made by malibu, plus bacardi too Still the type to rock shows still with microsoft doe Surfed the net and invest in stocks With enough money and power to arrest all the bent feds and cops So when I walk in stores and try shit on They never mention cost No one said London city was fair I aim to be a fuckin millionaire Fuck these idiot brehs I aim to start companies and employ my peoples Satan can't fuck with me I'm here to destroy the evils Fire arms, crack and the poison needles And the street's unthinkable tortures Don't spit a bar, relaxin' at home cinema Sippin mineral water, money stacks counting and analyzing But the fact is right now I'm fantasizing