Fire in my Stomach

(The biggest risk is not taking any risks at all So if your thinking bout hating Please make sure your money tall) Still got that fire in my stomach Like somebody's tryna diss Jack Silverstone, 'cause we can go back to back over on diss track Red flags, are all she's shown me stop the race But the bull's raging running at the matador with pace My bro's place Had more guns than an army base And more weed plants than cookies Me and the boys chilling upstairs in Woody's With a couple Scouse enforcers That's them XL bullies Bro kinda like his dog He lets it bark and then runs off Tryna see prof, centrally Word to Central Cee Living my movie Acting up for their tunes, so looney I'm in tomorrow land Come like George Clooney Money couldn't make me happy Only make me look better Dripping wetter, matching Manny's weather I play with G strings and then I strum This ain't guitars like Fender How could we be alike man your fake, a pretender Came outta lockdown a couple months before September I was grafting writing bars While you were sat in bars on a bender Ain't an air hostess but she's a crew member Used to do bits now your washed Arsène Wenger I kicked it with a girl called Lola The type you can't trust Just because, everybody seems to know her She's never known struggle So she'll never know fame Plus she's got a younger brother Her parents treating them the same That's a shame Don't they grow up fast Showing off's all in the past Never once did I broadcast Just surpassed Surpassed all expectations I'm celebrating dubs and lyrical assassinations I always get head, I'm still leaving this gaff brainless Going broke tryna look rich that shit is shameless Outrageous, I had to have some patience But now that I'm ill big booty chicks they be contagious This girl text me saying she had a dream she noshed me off Same time I'm having dreams bout 16oz and hella prof In life you've got to take what you need The stream hits the rocks But it still makes it to sea So succeed That's the mindset I'm on Am I wrong? Am I weak or am I strong? 'Cause one minute I'm peaceful then the next that bar's deceitful All I'll say is Appreciate your people 'cause this world's so cruel and evil They say clout's killing our people And if it was a bag of fish and chips Your girl would be a seagull I do everything myself I've got no time for departure I'm at the core like Agartha There's no lava No more Under Armour They're drinking Red Stripe I've got that red stripe and it's Prada Getting too old for the palava I need to make cash I need to make sure I don't crash in the Merc 'Bout to sauce while I smirk Could never sit back and just admire my work Never had a plan B My thoughts and ideas consuming all my sanity Tryna pin ideas up like art in a gallery I'm spending all my salary I embody individuality I'm tryna give you a glimpse of my life, my personality My work has to be so much more than satisfactory Actually, has to be so sick they'll never chat to me