Yo
Big up Still Shady
Teks Sinatra
4:30
Yeah
Hardy Caprio, South London Croydon
Big up Daniel Bedingfield you get me?

Don't trust me, I'm booky
They wanna know what I'm on, unruly
I do grime, do rap, do ends, do uni
And when I'm back in Croydon I'm making a movie
Come a long way from opps, I'm a BB saying don't shoot me rah
Man wanna ghost yours truly
But I'm still in one piece like Luffy
I like calm, I don't like nothing bougie
Bucket hat, black tee, black jeans
Maybe the rips but nothing too fruity
I never dress to impress for them girls love me like movies, talking and movies
I ain't got no space for a groupie
They wanna go on things, thats boring
Girls come straight here, thats coolie-o
Can't ask me "What are we?", we're done
Back to the funds
Me and Sam out on the road where goes we grind like [?]
But see them man, they're right on their bums
See them man, they're nice to their mums
We're outchere, I'm on a different flex
I'm active, I never see them go but them man love popup like LiveJasmin
I'm old school like Bebo edits, I'm on the road now please don't gem it
I saw your message on the reddit but I never got back, I'm calmer
Never gotta beg it
Had that girl tryna beat but I didn't
Cause I don't wanna beat if I know I can get it
Man don't get it, they're just roasting, man don't get it
Yo
I've been done with the ends, but I had withdrawals
Cash withdrawals, bank withdrawals
Might just phone uncle for the big ting
Me and the maid get mad informal
I put down my phone, pick up my coat
Get out the door and hop in the whip I'm gone
Mans got a link in narn but
Give them a inch and man wanna know wah wah wahgwarn
Hop out the whip what's good wahgwarn
Mans been here for a set, what's happening
Get that shit hurry up wahgwarn
Can't gas me I'm hardly impressed
I won't go broke for narni and bress
I'm stingy, I can't be in debt
My shit bands [?]
Now make one hit like Trinidad James
[?] ain't shit, I can give her mad game
Never got hats but a likkle man chain
I was young, man got likkle man change
Now these girls that would dig a man's name, they're hurt
And they wanna dig a man's name
Can't do Bryson Tiller, I ain't this
Bands on my head like Nelly when Kelly
I fade
I'm older, I'm not younger
I do girls, 21, no under
Dead tings wanna ring up my number
So no way man never give a bumba
I'm older, I'm no younger
I do girls, 21, not under
Dead tings wanna ring up my number
But I'm not Tyrese, yo

I'm not Tyrese, I'm not Usher
I won't take that girl, won't cuff her
I like her for the bress and the bumper
She like me cah I'm next with the bumba
I'm not Tyrese, I'm not Usher
I won't take that girl, I don't trust her
I like her for the bress and the bumper
That girl, she a ho, she a jez, she a badders yeah
Alright cool