Sticks and stones can’t harm me

Opps on the field like the old firm derby

You and what army?

Something like a bomb when it drops in the party

Stop the malarkey

Still dodging the cops and Scotland Yard

Still covered in jewellery, dripping that fruit and barley

Caramel cuties chocolate barbies

Gangsters geezers, skanks and skeezers,

hands more clean than pastors preachers,

magnifique

How can I be pay my peak?

When times a teacher the past was peaker

Thank god the grass hit greener

I trimmed the fat got leaner

Might swing from the chandelier

‘ fuck are you looking at?

My bangers mash with the hammer that’s a bloodbath not a bubble bath

Just out the cash in the duffle bag

Troubled past don’t make me double back

Muzzle flash I get the bread then I butter that

Show me your feathers I ruffle that

Stuck in the mud in this one where the knuckles drag

it’s nothing lad imma bounce back im the rubber band man

Used the punch in the clock then the clock punched me back like a Clubber Lang bang

On the rubble I stand

Destructions a dance

My pop and lock had the cops hand in their gun and their badge

Nothing is sacred it’s all up for grabs

I see the grace and the greatness in grey wouldn’t trade it for sun and the sand

Or two birds in the bush for the one in my hand

Still make the gutter look glam

You wouldn’t understand

I undaunted that money makes a man

because the moneyed have this country just like putty in their hands

I understand that money makes a man

‘cos when the milk and honey splash

You see then scurrying like rats


Do yourself a favour

Stop the hooligan behaviour

‘Cos soon enough it later it’s on

And then who’s coming to save you?

Fuck the rules of engagement

So brutal the game the best move isn’t playing

Next thing the troops Kate invading,

Looting and raiding,

I can’t be shook or be shaken

I’m boutta cook lemme put on my apron

The flower that grew from the cracks in the pavement

The urban decay

But there’s money to make

Sinning out of aspiration

Highest bidder will remain king

I stay rich ‘cos I take joy in everyday things

Painted nails on my plaything

Monsters in office and under the bed

I bit my tongue ‘till it bled

I tried to swallow my pride and I choked

Never mind I’m the G.O.A.T

Never mind staying woke your third eyes getting poked

You can try get your fix and you might end up broke

I’m in the ends it’s like I’m on the ropes

‘till all the loose ends can get tied in a bow



Concrete jungle human zoo

Concrete jungle human zoo

The city is a melting pot you gotta stir the stew


Concrete jungle human zoo

Concrete jungle human zoo

The city is a pot of gold for all the empty suites.