Everybody wants to be famous
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless
People act shameless, tryna live like entertainers
Want a fat crib with the acres
So they spend money that they ain't made yet
Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet
Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend
Got no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care 'cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly
Truthfully, it's a joke like a bad episode of Hollyoaks
Can't keep up with the cover lows
So they got bad credit livin' on direct
Livin' in debt but they still don't get it
'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
****in' the high way, livin' large and they all say
Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody's on the paper chase, it's one big rat race
Everybody's got a screw face, so many two face
Checkin' their hide, they set their record to ride
I'm on the inside, looking at the outside
So it's an accurate reflection citywide
All things west and the Southside
Everywhere I go, there's a girl on the corner
Buns undressed got the city like sauna
And it's getting warmer, a lot of water
Turn a poor, struggling mother to a mourner
Mister politician, can you tell me the solution?
What's the answer, what's the conclusion?
Is it an illusion, is it a mirage?
I see them all go bad because they're tryna live large
And they all say, all say
I've no excuse, I just want you to use me
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you
Do anything you want
I've no excuse, I just want you to use me
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos, I'll make a trade with you
Do anything you want