Lyrics: Youngs Teflon/David Omoregie
Music: Youngs Teflon
Streatham common running from the 1-time
I can’t be late when its crunch time
Man talk about my life but I love mine
It’s better a punchline than a cunchline
You see tryna find a shot that’s a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the frontline
When the race gets techy I gotta run mine
That’s the story on road and my love life
You got the young gees pressuring the older kids
You ever felt like somebodys gotta go for this
Feds follow me and my associates
I gotta take a hard left with the soviets
Never waited for a bring-in or the lottery
I wanted to make moves but it’s ****ed
Cause the worker in me always seems to argue with the boss of me
Nobody made change sticking to the policy
Nobody speaking for the youth and it bothers me
The said I’d either do crime or be a rapper
I managed to do both so I’m a self-fulfilling prophecy
I told bae your Penelope in my odyssey
Rolex Daytona with a white face
Man trapping getting duty solicitor
And wonder why they end up getting birdied for a light case
There’s a lot of niggas fitting in a tight space
This is jimmy Conway not Jimmy Falon
I see man peak young like Lilly Allen
We had to do it then act like it didn’t happen
Nowadays it’s pics or it didn’t happen
South London’s the home of the trigger action
Long shanks I’m a brave-heart
I think therefore I am it’s like Descartes
In war somethings gotta burn its like napalm
Youngs Tef gave me the call of duty
But I couldn’t picture times like this
When I would rock a fake Jacobs
And save up for Forreduci
People wanna use me don’t wanna lose me
Different place
Girls say I’m a different person any given day
How you talking on my name with that little wage
They threw shade on my borough before the insta page
It’s got me fighting myself
Half my guys in the cell
They denied them they bail
It was time for a ride
And I was riding as well
I’m Lord Petyr Baelish I got knights in the Vale
Im outside where its deadly
And I ain’t singing medleys
Top floor views tryna figure where my head be
Supreme box logo
And I ain’t bout the marches but this ain’t my first rodeo
Was better than you favourite rappers now
When I used to spend my profit on polo
Before the ‘Rona came I was high key on the low low
Box cutters for the packages that’s coming through the door
Send a memo to the tugs
Is you coming to the war
Cah the weaponry select never left the shelf
The feds can’t protect us so we protect ourselves
Why I’m rapping bout pain they ain’t never felt
Was trapping early in the morning with Vanessa Felts
My brothers do lunch in Amiri denim
While I’m waking up from dreams seeing fairies in ‘em
Who said I aint top 5 had a big laugh
And rapping weren’t the only way I had 6 paths
Having visions of the future seeing cop machines
But now we in the future we got ‘nuff machines
When I was making classics they where watching beans
Had the Submariner I ain’t never seen a submarine (Fire)
Used to dream off big houses with the swimming pool
MJ and Scarface posters in the living room
But we gotta teach the kids about the principles
Hoodie gloves & mask like Victor Doom
Love the handle on the spinners ‘cause the grips rubber
But never touched another man because of skin colour
How we treat these women bad and they still love us
Gotta do better so they can heal for us
And every other day she tell me I’m so talented
But my life upside I gotta balance it
Getting money now I hardly check my balances
But shouts to my manager because he manage it
Late night say a prayer while the candle it
But this Balenciaga Paris got me arrogant
She came round wrapped up like she Arabic
Might seduce her to some Usher can you handle it
My Juvvy still a teen wanna cop a Range
But he ain’t never own a thing I said its not the way
Local opps tryna drill me from a block away
Saw it before it happened felt like Doctor Strange
And right now I’m holding business with Santan
And I ain’t talking bout loans or a bank scam
I gobble up a contract like its pac-man
Suttin like track and field how the cash run
Used to break down squares playing x-box
My last verse probably pay for my next watch
Can the rap game remind me of the crack game
I walk into a cypher like its a pet shop
My niggas in the sin bin he got sent off
It went off free the team that’s the end of
Rain hail sleet for a ten shot
Einstein we were working for a dead prof’
I got both cause I’m indecisive
But I’ve been around teeth like gingivitis
They got ‘member Trilly like they did The Titans
Running through the bramble like that nigga Titus
And we aint washed up but we clean good
Before sticks we kept the mase like Greenwood
I know them man are asking but the teams good
My niggas ballers off of drugs they didn’t need snuss
And we good you know the guns and the butter
But I don’t want much I give the funds to my mother
True to the oath ima bring it to my grave
We in a different grade
This is jimmy and Dave