In a Cab Potter Payper

[Verse 1]
Streets want me on my rap ish
Rappers still praying that I max this
B it's all good now I'm established
And the industry's about to talk my language
So all the sneak dissing, they can keep hissing
Potter I'm the shit, got the scene pissing
Doing about sixty in a country lane
Looking at my dawgy, thinking how we used to bump the train
Every other week I get my number changed
Cause out here shit's peaker than The Hunger Games
Get caught up in that thunder rain
Murder was the case, she lost her son today
Potter I'm the boy who lived shit, this about my troubled ways
I was in the crackhouse, all the food I cut and weighed
Trackie and my old kicks, way before I sold bricks
If you're talking six then I've done been on most strips
Out there in the cold bits, down by the seafront

[Verse 2]
Trackie and my old kicks, way before I sold bricks
If you're talking six then I've done been on most strips
Out there in the cold bits, down by the seafront
Summertime morning, I stink out the beach hut
They know this, A12A406
When I was doing two-in-ones and I was on that two-two
Hungry little fucker, man I went to jailhouse for the smudges
Irish and I'm stylish, man I'm Dublin
And I've got that Miley Cyrus and I'm juggling
How you balling on a budget?
Potter I'm a glutton, holding suttin it ain't grudges
And when push comes to shove I hit the show before my brothers
Been, seen it and I've done it like them nights O.T. consecutive
Bando smelling like The Exorcist
Dope game lightwork, dawg I've done sets of this