48 Bars Part 2

South London's finest, I was Lambeth raised Yorkshire born, see me out in St Tropez All I'm seeing is Medusa heads and Grams of yay moving like a Porsche I'm tryna stack a grand a day All this paper makes you feel Some type of way i might go and cop some Acres out the microwave I'm flying yay, I'm flying straight I'm shining Diamonds clearer than the brightest day Powder that I'm flipping got Me stacking racks Hour in the kitchen putting Twenty-eights in plastic bags Real boss shit, I get the trappers out My swag's from Italy, my piff from Amsterdam I'm blowing money fast like I jammed the bank In the jungle with snakes Rats and orangutans Real dope boy, I never ran no scams This is volume two of Grams 2 Grands The legendary next I could end a rapper's career In cemetery vexed I've been in these streets hustling I'ma keep pumping if I make a girl my Girl she better be stunning Diamonds in my watches better be jumping I can whip a nine of Light out of three onions My work clean but my money ain't I'm going hard in the trap Not the fucking paint I'll start eating up the track And tear apart the beat I'm still deep up in the trap Going hard my G man are beating off straps In these nasty streets While I'm sleeping on a rack That's Cavalli sheets I'm tryna get through a pack in half a week My shottas getting rid of grams While I'm half asleep I'm in the hood every day I ain't hard to see i'm winning Money spinning like a barber's seat Cool down I spent more than a monkey on my dry cleaning Jewels out every time it's sunny See my ice gleaming The only thing I ever lacked was consistency My money's up, I'm focused now, I'm back Are you listening G? Get clapped if you diss the team Racks in my fitted jeans Real trap stars in my presence Adds to this British scene UK rap's mine, I'll bring it back to life Like MJ said Don't matter if you're black or white I'm in the hood where all these youts Itching just to slap a ting Food flipping had my roof Missing like Madeleine Moving round this dirty world we live in Gucci'd down courtesy of all The girl I'm flipping Got my own strategy, in my own category You wanna talk but your money short You can't chat to me hardest in the country Done with the talk bruv I've got supporters from London to Yorkshire