What you need homie?
Uh crack, about 20 bucks
Crack?
Yeah
Smell like bacon in this motherfucker
What I look like a sucker to you nigga?
Fuck you rookie
Longtime I been tryna chase dough
Buss it then I came home, case closed
Longtime I been out here in the rain snow
Same clothes real life shit, this ain't Saints Row
Darg I won't lie, I hate road
Sorta' like my hoodrat ting hates my main hoe
Police hate me, same way I gotta lay low
Had me in the station, I ain't talking where the trains go
E'thing I rap about's factual
Up and down King Edwards', up and down Bastable
Catch me on the avenue, kitties by the big shop
Kitties come from Faircross
Robin Hood roundhouse, kitties come from Ibscott
Potter rock hard like Slipknot
Darg you ain't Hancock, turn your block Bangkok
Bitch boy trying to be a gang boss
Longtime I been out here chasing mad gwop'
Used to be mad broke, mummy let my dad go
Longtime I been out here pushing crack co, came for my nacho
Chips and cheese I'm a fat bloke
Bitch said there's suttin' in my backstroke
Longtime every beef I got on sight
Everything I got, from white bobs too
All my food hard like pondu
Paigons say they're on who?
Paigons ain't on me, longtime always had my ting on me
Couple man gone sleep
Find Potter on street, I'll be on the strip Full Monty
Wait till my don's free
Couple got a long time, sentence indefinite, lifestyle treacherous
Darg fuck them man
We don't take orders, not from pensioners
Mash work, excellent
Young dons lazy, hoodrat facety
I ain't from Ley Street, Potter still on dough mainly
Everybody talking, fuck that pay me
Potter move bookey, Potter mad snakey
I was in the weedhouse, deleafed so much plants I nearly greened out
G style, 200 plants in my nan's house, drying
Me I'm in possession, intent to supply it
Hell freeze over, I take a lie-in
My line fires non-stop, I'm not lying
Longtime I been seeing marje crying
Longtime she been out struggling, trying
28 grams, all it really took for me to live nice
Plants, lights, fans, me I'm heading for that good life
Came up robbing, next step shotting
Ghetts sat me down, "Potter start cropping"
Me I hate gossip
And I hate them boys, talk about riding, nuttin' ain't dropping
Shocking, longtime I been involved soon as suttin' gets popping
28 grams later, bring my whole block in
