A Lot YA (UK)

[Chorus]
Life's mad, now I gotta keep moving on
I want a RS5, not a new Surron
They all talk like they know what moves I'm on
But don't know what my grafting shoes are on
Like how many police have I lost? (A lot)
How many tings have I got? (A lot)
How many times have I run up in a gaff
And hit the jackpot? I've forgot
Life's mad, now I gotta keep moving on
I want a RS5, not a new Surron
They all talk like they know what moves I'm on
But don't know what my grafting shoes are on
Like how many police have I lost? (A lot)
How many tings have I got? (A lot)
How many times have I run up in a gaff
And hit the jackpot? I've forgot

[Verse 1]
Life's mad but you gotta move on
Since I lost my dad, I just can't move on
Get vexed, put my graft shoes on
And act like I don't know right from wrong
What can I say? Violence be a therapy
Either that or I'm killing a melody
Either that or I'm onto your bird
To the point she's obsessed and she won't stop belling me
Somebody call nine double nine
Cah I'm killing these beats and I'm raising the crime rate
I make money, all my money is mine
And I got a big back ting swinging it my way
Visor down, gotta watch for the YJ
Beemas about and the estate's lively
Got Jinna in the driver's seat
And he's taking the bends and taking 'em nicely