Everything BXKS

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Money my comfort food like a fat ting
They see me and say, "Ayy, ayy, captain" (Captain)
I'm too good at this rap ting
She said her favourite song was Packed In
Three years and I said, "Look, what's happenin'"
Me, myself that I'm battlin
Seen bad things that I've had dreams about
Mum said my mental needs cleanin' out
No love in the yard, she don't wanna go crib
She pop pills for the essence, no Giggs
Hopped in the whip to connect with the dealer, it's an awkward interaction
She wants to bill it, but he wants some action
She didn't even move, there was no reaction
He opened the door, said, "Get out the whip"
Man even kept the grinder and chip
Tsk, what a fuckin' prick
Real life ain't nice, it's gruesome
Pop screws in my head I might lose em
No bonfire night, it was actual shooters
Not from London, I grew up in Luton
White men comin' like Vladimir Putin
Had to cut out the ends and started commutin'
No, you can't white wash a chick like me, why?' Cause I'm black like Michael Blackson
Make you blush and hee-hee, Michael Jackson
Ready for the wars like an Anglo-Saxon
Got sixteenths comin' like crack for the naval
Tunes that will bruck up your DJ's table
'Bout to make more notes than Not3s made with Mabel
Been bad from the cut no cradle
Smoke too much, so my brain's unstable
Grandma died, so I got me an angel
Thank God, you get me
Man must act like man, and respect me
Walk in the room, man know who I am
Tryin' all, you never seen talent like this
Their lyrics and beats don't balance like this
Them man there don't have it like this
Man wanna keke and laugh like Filly
Them man there wanna over laugh
These times, they're stuck in their overdraft, so really, they're not supposed to laugh
I sit down and I tint my glass
A&Rs wanna kiss my ass
The dough ain't right, I'ma give that a pass
Man think that I'm dumb, I was inside class
Head underwater like I was baptised
I tell man get their head out they backsides
Think that they know me, they don't get their facts right
Too much crime everyday, another black dies
My tears don't dry like Amy
You think this music thing's gonna save me?
The fat lady's still gonna sing like Angie Stone, D'Angelo's Lady
Things ain't mellow like Konan's baby
Fourth of May, integrity, Jme (Perfect)
I'd still do this if you didn't pay me