Verse 1

From an early age I was told to just be myself
So I started to sell drugs and did my best to sleep with all the girls
Without much thought to how that might pan out
Tangling with heavy hitters in the shadows of doubt
They had the keys to the city fucking twenty a week
Eastern E’s lay the heat on the street and there’s no competing
A bunch of gangsters doing a bunch of gangster shit
I didn’t look up to much but I worked hard for the pick and a
Piece of the pie this ain’t no county lines
I was a freelancer just trying to write rhymes
Whilst getting a little high like pretty much all of the time
But like Oli said it ain’t a party if its every night
And so I slipped for the fix
If you get caught slipping then you may well get snitched
Fucking bitch got me an a T-pack and then in the slammer I noticed
That my deposition barely scratches the surface of my

Chorus

Past it’s as chequered as the flag I only just past
I’m happy chilling in last at last my
Past it’s as chequered as the flag I only just past
I’m happy chilling in last at last my

Verse 2

Say settle for the best can't settle when you rest
Not calm not blessed when switched don't test
Psycho thoughts built up anger
I whistle like a kettle let it blow like a tanker
The third eye thump and check malfunction
I wake up dead in a daze in a dungeon
Override
Built in lasers in robots we built
Living off nutrition
It's the price that you pay it depends if you do well
Kenan and Kelly rang the bell to the hotel
Asked for a five star service
Pretty much knocked me off of my feet
Gave them two plus stones for the cheek
Yeah now my thought comes back for the yearly tax and a monthly income
What do you think about that
Like nah you don't like it
I better have you know you're my target
Have you all stone dead in a casket
G your family burns in the fire pit
Hear those cities like bone crack rapidly
Days work done collect that salary
Piss me off ill do it for free happily

2nd Hook

Is it enough is it enough is it enough is it enough
No too much just ain’t enough motherfucker
Is it enough is it enough is it enough is it enough
No too much just ain’t because my past…
Chorus

Verse 3

I got a boot full of beak and a footwell full of money
The mud is in the middle being hugged by my honey
My other honey is head butting my tummy
But she cannot speak for herself this babies sucking a dummy
And looking back its seems funny
Its memories like this that made it worth serving a birdy
I said I’m sorry mammy sisters daddy grandad and granny
Death in the family this lad will never see his nanny again
Won’t fucking cry when I spit just gets more fucking real every time that its said
Every time that I write it’s reigniting the violence
Reigniting the gnarliest shit that you could imagine
Entering slammers is like entering ugly pageants
But with cheekbones like these you better be sure I come last in them
Matter of fact is I truly rate my new mattresses
Certainly beats a sheet of foam and some bug ridden blanket