Yeah, I'm African That's a fact but more than a fraction Anglo-Saxon That's why I don't have dark black skin But my hair has to have Dax in About as loud as a klaxon Bad attitude, London accent Ride round in a Hyundai Accent Yeah that's what I move the cracks in No time for relaxin' Procrastinating or slackin' Gotta be on your toes like Jackson Kind of clientele I’m attracting I always say "Turn your back on the cat, you get your head smacked in" You just gotta be on a mad ting Like, bang 'em if they start acting
Bit of a schemer You can see it in my demeanor It's the way I gotta be Try lick more shots than Karim Benzema I'm on the toilet doing a steamer Fillin' bags with bits of that reema Big sniff and I'm out Toking like I don’t fear emphysema And I've got mad love for these crackheads Cus they bought me the Beamer They help me see a need to get cream Like skin with eczema Without 'em, life would be about as fun as a fractured femur I'd still be a dreamer So viva la cocaína Tryna get in the Medina So I gotta make all the right decisions like Luigi Collina I go hard, I don't take a breather Yeah I'm in the Alpina I've got the shiva, I've got sativa You see me act like a diva Hatin' cos you're an underachiever You want work pick up your receiver Dial my number, I'll come see ya And you're on the block, I'll be working double shifts like a cleaner Punching in the clock, tryna clock if the feds have seen ya Slingin' the rocks, while I'm making sure you keep track of stock
Yeah I'll be your manager You don't hit target, I'll damage ya I'm not one to be lenient Nah it's just not in my character Cos reason ain’t in my repertoire I don't play the devil's advocate, I play the devil's Avatar Leave your house looking like an abattoir Trust me darg I ain't no amateur This isn't no caricature This is the real moi Pisshead, drugs dealer To this game I ain't no stranger Through clear in present danger My line is major Still beatin' em, I’m like Best and Ranger We get the Smack from Malaysia So pure it'll fucking amaze ya As soon as it hits the vein, you'll fall out the sky like the Blue Blazer
I like dark nights Peddling brown and hard whites Yeah I start fights Start whips, start bikes I get the food for half price Profit margin ain't half-nice I meet the big man on the block But I circle the park twice Wanna nick me but they can’t quite 'Cos I always play my cards right I'm on the grind like Tony Hawk At the top of the half-pipe Cat try beg me a half pipe Clear, I'll fuck you up on sight You want your get right, then get right I'm giving you an insight into my life Constant arguing with the wife 'Cos i keep cutting the leng with her bread knife Seven cans of Red Stripe Won’t be stopping for a red light Won't be stopping for the blue lights We'll be back if the food's light Run away from three strikes Should be more streetwise I've got fifteen years in the fridge Sitting next to a cheese slice Hundred grams to be precise That should suffice Help me on my way to them dizzy heights Just hope they don't catch me bang to rights