I´ve not got ´round to reading a Bible Still I´m tryna lead them a worthy example So I know I gotta get married, it´s vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All ´cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle
Blood on the tips on my fingers Done a Bruce Lee, then I licked ´em Bit off the end of the spliff, then I lit that I was on a carpet, doing crunches tryna get me a six-pack Dreams of me pushing his wig back Nightmares of me getting twenty-six in Crown Court Never been much of a shooter
But I´ll still bang off, ask them man that I kidnapped No comment all the way through on an attempted M I didn´t even do If they´d have got my phone, then I wouldn´t have been here ´Cause I would´ve got released this time last year And I can clearly remember Saying to Webby that I want a short back and sides, a ´tache and a beard Then when I earned my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow I´m a bad boy out here Me, I´m just sketching, into my sketch book I can forgive but I don´t forget much Let me add an additional bit of perspective We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup
Now we eat lobster and I´m in a tracksuit Sat in San Carlo and I´ve got an AP like I´m in Narcos I´ve got a big business, there´s boxes at the cargo You´re looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that´s spitting on drill Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I´ve made him a mil´ But don´t get it twisted, me, I´ve had opps but I´ve beat everyone of them three or four nil I´m looking at houses for three or four mil´ Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down low so the cameras couldn´t see me I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money
I miss having beef with a rival gang and having twenty-five of the mandem with me I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red Mini Looking like something out of the Italian job If I was in the weed game, now that there´s Cali and dog I would´ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up It´s mental Oh, I´m like a PlayStation 5 and they´re a Nintendo You might see my personality switch but I´ve never dropped a crumb, I´m no Kevin Wendell The way I´m speaking into the mic´s like Salvador sketching in with the pencil I get deja-vu like Denzel I´ve got a Bentley but I can get tekky with a rental
My God, that´s what the waiter said when I got on one knee Everybody clapping their hands ´cause a black guy getting engaged You don´t see, you just grow up And you´re lucky if your dad bothers to show Everybody wants to know you when you blow up And it´s a shame ´cause you reap what you sow and I already know that...
Still I´ve not got ´round to reading a Bible And I´m tryna lead them a worthy example I know I´ve gotta get married, it´s vital I was on one knee right under the Eiffel Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry When I had a BlackBerry, it was survival That meant a flicky when anywhere I go All ´cause a rival took shots at me with a fuck off