45 SMOKE

We up top (Uh)
Rise and shine, let’s get it
Bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead, bombaclaat (Bomba), dickhead (Bomba)
I used to jack cars with a Phillips
Speak patois in case somebody listens (What was that?)
And I got new books so the crib’s get christened
Shoot, they glisten, now they pitchin’, who you kiddin’?
Gettin’ expend on the shoes, more fittin’
Council flat and a cling film ting
White shoes on the mat, got new carpet
Nike tracksuit, got it for a bargain
Got mums in my ear like a drill sergeant
They say, “Time is money,” guess I’m bidin’ mine
So I never walk alone like Merseyside
Your kilo come parcel size, too many option, I can’t decide
Always gotta smile, in crucial times
And I always run wild, couldn’t find my tribe
I used to rock Lyle & Scott, violent punk from the Eastern side
Doublin’ ’til the day I die, keep doublin’, tryna multiply
Money to me like shit for a fly
So I stay gettin’ P ’cause the world is mine
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (The whole world is mine)
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke (Mine)
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
The .45 smoke, the .45 smoke
‘Cause I grew up round shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
Always rain, don’t see no sun, take me for cunt, get nine-two long
Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son
Shotters, coppers, alcoholics, drinking Foster’s, anabolic
Raid your mums and spliff no blunt, here to bust you and your mums
Always rain don’t see no sun take me for cunt get nine-two long
Fee fo fum, is nothing long, people think I’m Satan’s son