Fine Wine Ghetts

[Intro]
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly
I just hit the belly

[Verse 1]
Rudeboy, I'm the certiest
A thank-you ain't enough for my services
I was probably an accident, but I know what my purpose is
My skin is immaculate, but I've done some dirty tings
Tsss
Serving it
Trap
Strap on the lap like a serviette
Bang
Yosemite Sam
Circling
But, but, fam
When them man had the van
I was hurdling

[Verse 2]
Fast forward, one foot in the industry door
Which way should I go? Can't call it, same time they gave thing twentyfour
I wish you could ask Stormin, but I can't give him a ring anymore
You see when I feel cornеred, all I do is think of before
I drivе back to the house I struggled in
(What was that like?)
The one bed with a bathroom, the kitchen in the front room
My front room had a oven in
We was suffering (We was suffering)
Still loading, just buffering
I'm upstairs writing bars and my daughter's colouring
Embarrassed
Had a bill to pay and my girl had to cover it
My guy said I should come on the move
All he needs me to do is just cover him
But Lamzi got me a job when the Ps weren't coming in
Popular guy
Delivering pharmaceuticals, I asked God for a sign
Nine-to-five
Got me watching the time
Somebody asked for a pic
And I lost me some pride