They Don’t Understand P Money (Ft. Little Dee)

[Hook: Little Dee]
My friends say it's getting nuts
And I should go
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don't understand
That even though the road's changed
It's still my own

[Verse 1: P Money]
Uh, look
I didn't choose to go on the grind
I was naturally born as a money getter
Money came first but the mic was always
In my eyes, getting a job
Was a pain in the sides
You won't believe how many times I applied
They say sign on and I laugh
'Cause ninety pound every two weeks
Won't help me survive
"What you mean it won't help you survive?"
Here's an example: forty pound
On a top, fifty pound on creps
That ninety pound done in a sec
That's hopeless alie
I had a screw face, roughed up hoodie
Small telly and I picked up food on the sly
Now I got a large smile, double size bed
Plasma and a wardrobe, healthy alie
Now I can blend with the wealthiest guys
My life's a sin but look what I made with it
See you won't understand
All of the guys on road can hear
What I'm saying innit?
I'm at home here, there ain't no changing it
We're ghetto yutes and we ain't ashamed of it
Going proud to look at the stars
Above South East London and see our names on it