Suck Yourself (feat. Chipmunk)

When

Instead of doin somethin good with my life

I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men

I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen

If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10

We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends

Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns

One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum

But I wass jammed up at the crack house, all night long

See man O'g'in of the needle and the needle and the bone

One mornin use to come and smell mingin

The weather was always fucked my line never stopped blingin

Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything

There was nothin we wernt slingin

Look at me now I'm singin

At my little sons grinnin

Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen

The C needs coachin

Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!

Suck yourself!

You don't kill!

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so

Recognise real!

You know the deal

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit

I'ma see ya when you make a mill

When you make a mill

When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya

Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one

But I've been around Dappy and money makers

It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us

Uh, I never lie in my bars

Artist blow and make up a part

They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real gee's ain't listenin!

But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs

And I don't give a shit if ya grinded

If ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp!

I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me

I swear down these Niggers make me sick

Na na nii, throw up a C

Please, Mr Munks all good

Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood

I pass through like sho they show love

It's an event whenever I shows up

The money it goes up, day by day

And baby, pricks should never say my name

I came, from a place where it's all on

So I'ma take war and lead the boys on

Lead the boys on yeah, fightin over shit

Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit

Ey yo Da's look now were winnin

We use to be in the flats chillin

Look at me now spittin

Teeth still grinnin

Pass through my hood

Big gully A R keep swingin

Paid so I'm boastin

I can burn bread

On 1 4 corner ways

Suck yourself!

You don't kill! (You don't kill!)

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so

Recognise real!

You know the deal (You know the deal)

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit

I'ma see ya when you make a mill

When you make a mill

Yo

I was never ballin

My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin

Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite

Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes

Robbin Niggers bare faced

I knew it wasnt fair mate

We'd lick a couple lappys

And we'd meet up at the staircase

Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in

Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin

And I ain't leavin, so ...

Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!)

You don't kill! (You don't kill!)

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so

Recognise real!

You know the deal! (Ungrateful!)

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit

I'ma see ya when you make a mill

When you make a mill

Fuck it!