CHAINS.

Ay, watch your face Or you gonna know your place Kamikaze somebody, I'm rotten, gonna catch a case The past don't change for no one, everybody is the same Put my life into a bottle, pour it down the drain Cut what I touch, call me Freddie Hurts when I call, sorry baby Take a little bit more time Cus I don't think that I am ready When I get caught, I just jetty On some caffeine, Boba Fetty Got some text this guy just sent me Do not disturb, she's a sket She said that you need some bread I asked if she wants you dead They said even better yet Kidnap you and take your ched Chain you up inside my shed And put a chainsaw through your legs And he won't ever run again, and now he's gotta be my friend I'm talking bout cash flow I'm talking bout spenny I'm talking bout wok plugs I'm talking bout henny I think about my exes I got so damn many My heads so dead, don't let it get me I'm chained up in some bangles Cus I'm always misbehaving You think that my ego's way to big But I am born for greatness I'm peering from the bars to the stars On my, outer space ship Hollow out your empty head Cus all your thoughts are spacious Imma stretch yo nuts like Shaggy said Triple X, pull his shirt up And swing those nuts right round his head Climbing up the building, call me Dr Woktavious Hang him from his sack, and make him bungee jump right to his death Imma sick little puppy Baba didn't love me Turned into a monster, now nobody gonna stop me Go Godzilla when I gotta spit NHS the only band sitting on my wrist My girl just left me Oh not again I've been moving under radars You about to see a change And I'm fed up with your movements Please correct your ways I ain't tryna get my pole wet I'm tryna find my place But I'm messed up, and it's love that messed me up And I'm used to hating myself Let my time tik tok Why didn't i jump? feet planted on the ground Got this plant in my grinder This kush is hella loud On a quest to better this trip Love life or you'll miss it Can't be a statistic, I'm way too perfect It's all about perspective Now I understand that Skin is getting thicker Hardening like Perspex Ok, now it's time to talk about something else Why all these UK rappers just so content selling out? You ain't selling G, and if you are you're selling cheese I think you all need Jesus, and i just need some P's bruv I'll take your head off then I'm taking mine to You either roll with me or imma roll on you Put you in a spliff, cus I love how you tatse Ingest your ashes so you rest in my waste She's a fine Chica Sexy Mamacita Made me a believer, made me think I'd always see her Hear the rain pitter patter on a jet black bag Drag it out to the whip and let my trunk slam I'm chained up in some bangles Cus I'm always misbehaving You think that my ego's way to big But I am born for greatness I'm peering from the bars to the stars On my, outer space ship Hollow out your empty head Cus all your thoughts are spacious