Young Cloud
Got a cell by the park for one of the dark and two rocks
Told that ghillie ain't staying for long so there's no point relaxing and taking shoes off
I never met El Chapo, was a youth from the hood that I first got food from
First got food off a big bro, I was out here, I was doing my job
Then I hit a lick, no bingo, took a quick pack off a foolish bob
Nigga why not, me I need cash, you gotta stop with my prof
I was like damn I need to better my stack, you was like damn I need to better my watch
Yo, you bought jewels and copped no hammers and no honesty bro, you're doing it backwards
Machines get copped, dingo wits get copped
And sold the bullets and stabbers
Told my bro when you're checking for CCT, make sure you check holes in cameras
Saw your oppa, you never want creep up, that's a rookie move, shoulda took advantage
Yeah, nigga let me advance
YT mag, I missed his swing
Taz and the can, I took his chance
Tesco beg if I got no gym, I can't hit that chick if she got no *
Jake's pop out, that's a serious sprint
Cause that canine grips anybody who's last
Sweetest flavours, nah fragrance, get caught in my pot
I wasn't trying to get no thought, I was parked outside Steve's spot
Bro, bro, what do you mean this drop?
Still star dog for the regulars
Jelati if you're feeling posh
They come here trying to even odds
Yo, the Jamaican say that I'm hearted
Caw, even when I'm on an island I'm still trying to arise, machines I'm rousing
Aunty Debbie stole a piece with me, didn't sell her a thing now she calls man crosses
Caught my flick shank from the market for times when it's stiff and I can't bring the dog in
Them's got the carbide in her function, metal detectors must be faulty
I've a way man, small man's cosy, Tobu you're good man, produce your rolly
Two man up in tree, blacked out Stollys, this was the wrong day to wear man's stony
Asking hella questions, is my man nosy?
I'm going gym everyday, won't help when it's 38, stuck beach tree protein
Yo, I heard my man's rapping now
What's he gonna talk about, footy?
A thousand pebs in his conchmobile, mad man, I don't count up no bookies
Look, I don't even want them cookies, it smell too weak and her buds look bummy
And she ain't even giving no nookie, but it's all cool, I want her best friend's nunny
I can't lie, I'm not too bothered, she holds contraband for a minimal fee
Bad, bad bitch, don't ask for no pee, in between just weekly dicks and some weed
Damn, bitch, pick up my trees
I feel big heads in the trap, I got Kit Kats trying to pick up my leaves
Little nigga by the frost, look clean
Stack my cash, it's the same regime
Two hours and they work, shank in my hand, I don't need no beam
Niggas getting it mixed
What have you done this lockdown? Corona time, I brought two new sticks
I have a probation, a high street bop, and that's the only time I roll with flicks