[**Part 1**]
It's that lion out that lion den
Your boys don't confide in them
She told me that her boyfriend's acting up, I told her line him then
I'm coming out of Highgate, that's the gutter where I grew
Where half the hood are shotters, the other half smoke food
They say that I'm too crazy, that I move too loose
I don't think there's a drug that Mini couldn't move
They're mad about my bars so I hit London with the mandem
While I'm down here I linked my pretty shawty from Camden
It's funny, she finds my Brummie accent amusing
f*cked her so good she's tryna force a man to move in
Like woah woah woah, steady on love
I told her it's only gonna work if she holds my gun
Shout my guy RC cah that's my f*cking bro
He'll never snake me, I don't care how much he looks like Shiro
But enough of the banter, have the hammer when we roll
It's still bap-bap-bap even though we're fresh home
Friends keep telling me that my head's gone
Cause I dropped out my legals and tried to hit him in his dome
Feds found fifty grand when they raided my crib
The next week I made 'Like Me' and put another fifty in the vid
That one was for the sucker
Tried to lock a brudda up and give him pukka
Got a lot of stresses that I stay on top of
Sorry but no I'm not your average rapper fam
Cause yes I've got bands but my tracksuit's from Matalan
This one's for my stackers, I don't know about Hatton's
I stacked hella grands to make sure my family's patterned
Yeah they talk tough but are they real like me?
Cause yeah we all went jail but they rid voluntary
Me, I was on my blower, need a parcel, what's the hold up?
Sending nitties out on visits like "Go get it you little doughnut"
But I can't lie, them late nights had a brudda moving moist
On the phone getting turned on just by the sound of her voice
[**Part 2**]
I'm walking round with this metal on my hip
They don't wanna try the kid but I wish a brudda would though
I'm paranoid as f*ck so I've got my ting topped
Even when I'm with my girl in the cinema
I hit the trap, I ain't tryna go back
I'm just tryna stick you in a villa Ma
So you know, I take the fun with the grief
Just like I mix the grub with the greaze
Ask these streets, I've slapped on these neeks
Then went home to watch Nanny McPhee with my niece
Your sh*t ain't buss down, man that sh*t looks glazed
The THC glitters more on my haze
Had to tell Paige she's not my bae
Then remembered "Oh sh*t, I've got a crop in her place"
I better watch my tongue
Before I say something dumb, end up with my crop gone
Schooled these yutes like they're Daniel-son
I'm Mr Miyagi, wax off wax on
Let me teach you how to crop, stick some soil in a pot
Plant your seed in that pot, put some lights on top
Three months let it grow, nah four months tops
So gassed when you finally give that tree a chop - I know
Tell me why the feds on me
Probably cause I grow green and I do it in bulk
Probably cause I made more than her last year
And a brudda wasn't even on road
I need to get away from this place
Same time I don't wanna cause I love it, it's my hood bro
I'm walking round with this metal on my hip
They don't wanna try the kid but I wish a brudda would though