Bakery Frenzo Harami

[Intro - Frenzo]
"What did I tell you, huh? You'll figure life out will you?"
"What do you do for a living?"
"What do I do for a living? I get guys for your sister, okay?"
Harami

[Verse 1 - Frenzo]
I'm in the taxi, with my akhi (facts!)
We got a chaabi, on the backseat
Cut through Leyton, straight down to Hackney
Fuck about a paigon, we're getting money tax-free
Feds tried to catch me, slipping on the backstreets (cunts!)
Shit, that was a close shave like MACH3
Tell my bro, mix the magic exactly (precisely!)
'Cause if we wash two, then we're bringing back three
I'm in the penthouse, with some piff totty
If it's not Gelato, then it's Biscotti
If it's not Lemon Tree, then it's Wedding Cake (dank!)
Yeah it's getting late, but we're still getting paid
I'm with the uckers (slack!), smoking on Gushers
Got my new ting squirting, you know she's a gushers
Got on my own grind, 'cause they never buss us
I had to bill up my own line, 'cause they never trust us
Now we're moving through the white like a snow plough
We get the money in and you pussies know how (how?)
Call the bakery, I need to get a brick in
This ain't KFC, we ain't running out of chicken (never!)
We hitting out a dozen, we get it in abundance
But I ain't trying to spend afterlife in Jahanam
Oh well, I ain't trying to go Hell
But when I was fifteen I was hitting out coke sales
You were watching Art Attack, we had the harder crack
Couple nitties OD'd, a couple had a heart attack (shit!)
But that's just the life that we're living
More time we end up inside of a prison
A girl told me I'm her one and only
I said for the coke P, bitch, I'll leave you lonely
Stay humble is what my mother told me
But we're still out here screaming: Twaddi moni
Chaabian Boyz!