Trench P (London City) Potter Payper

[Intro]
(Manson)

[Chorus]
London City, they gang-bang in Tech fleeces
I put a pussy on the spot like set pieces
I'm known for buildin' up blocks, I go to next regions
Sometimes, my head gets hot and I forget reason
My hands was cold on the strip, now my neck's freezin'
I'm goin' cold on the drip, this is next season
Jailhouse readin', that was chess pieces
Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece

[Verse 1]
Probably why I'm famous and they still won't give me entry
The mandem said I really made the comeback of the century
Labels wanna reinvent me, but I'm Trench P
Hopped out the gate to a Bentley, you get me?
I remember I was broke, had to tick a quarter
No car for the block, had to hit the corner
Sometimes, I still spin by cah I miss the trauma
And over there, I'm makin' hits like Tiggs Da Author
I'm live 24/7, what a sick performer
What a sick performance
Free the jailhouse, I really miss my audience
These is big proportions
I made a hundred in amount and got shipped to Moorlands