Put It There

[Verse 1] I've got what I came up hoping to get A little bit of hate but loads of respect It started to feel like I'd spotted a genie And he granted the wish so I got a bit greedy And I made him a list in case he exists Should I only get three? Am I taking the piss? Some are genuine so we should hook a brother up Some of them are just me pushing my luck I want more of the same, respect is key Less of the pigs disrespecting me I must look a lot like Gordon Ramsay Cause they always seem to wanna F with me I want Rizla, tons of it While you're there I'm probably gonna need some chronic And because of this I really don't get on with the force So I wanna see a change in law like I'm getting a divorce So that I can marry juana, hold my head high Without the bloody drama, no CSI Even without the bitches sniffing around my business Coppers still manage to be nosier guys A dog is a man's best friend But my attitude [?] pugs till the madness ends I'm sure they'd rather be fetching a ball Than ruining the buzz at a festival [Hook] I-I-I want it Can you get it for me? I-I-I need it (Started to feel like I'd spotted a genie) I-I-I want it Put it there for me I-I-I need it (He granted the wish so I got a bit greedy) I-I-I want it (it started to feel like) I-I-I want it I-I-I want it Can you get it for me? I-I-I need it (and he granted the wish) I need it I-I-I need it Put it there for me [Verse 2] A shoe collector needs tons of sneaks He can use to trek through these London streets And even if he things his feet won't make it At least they're resting in master piece So cop me all the awesome brands Cause like Nike I wanna be a Jordan man But my draw ran out, so I bought an ounce And right now all I can afford is Vans Every crowd gives me a hundred percent But they're usually drunken men so If you bring women to my gigs, make sure they ain't soft If they're fit for the pit, we'll call em Kate Mosh Send me groupies that look like models Ones that won't be bothered if there isn't a cam All they wanna do is let me tap it when I like Even if I don't follow them on Instagram [Hook] [Verse 3] I've got a few friends that you might call street And they're in what you might call beef So they point to their vest so [?] lie on our chest Till we've met our world peace like Ron Artest The problem isn't only present in my neighbourhood Nobody seems to want to settle things the way they should And the whole thing gets to me sometimes All at each other's throats, nobody's getting any love bites Every other demand was selfish But when you love peace it ain't hard to tell it's What I want and the day I get this Everything else will fall into place like Tetris I gathered that it might be cool to have some But I'd sacrifice them all for that one If I get it, all the rest are really et ceteras But throw in the sneakers if you're feeling generous [Hook]