Speed Demon
This one's "Speed Demon"
Featuring Mercs, Lights and Calibar
Dom Perignon i've got Chanel on the same
Vibe I've got Kerry on
Now they telling me they wanna buy water
I tell Unique sprinkle the
Beats in the Evian, we
Trynna go somewhere that we ain't ever gone
I told Shorty it's never long
Skip this in the morn, chips in a restaurant
Straight to the hotel
I ain't sold no jeans to no girl
She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well
Plenty more fish in the sea
And she a old girl me? I'm about my
Paper first and foremost
They all said that I was ugly
So I was getting money way before hoes, G
H-E double T-O
In a tinted black Benz with the seat low
Yeah, we've got the same whip
But are you a speed demon like me? No
East boy, South, filled E up
I be on the West side, tryna find Maria
Grinding so hard I've hardly had
Time to see her
First come my child, then come my career
I am obviously the sorta
Man that's got his priorities in order
Go ahead, ask me how I'm doing
Everyting's crisp like a variety of Walker's
Double page spread, Evening Standard
I met a journalist that
Never twisted my words
And now it feels like the
Mainstream are speaking my language
Even though I'm hood and they
Live in the 'burbs
How you call yourself an artist
And you can't paint a picture with words?
How the fuck you gonna hate Ghetts
When I ain't even getting
Everything I deserve?
Somebody wake Mike from the dead
And tell that nigga I just written a verse
Play this by his grave and
I've bet he returns
Have a nigga moonwalking
Going sick in his urn the good die young
The bad live and they learn i'm in the hood
Buying guns and I wish that I weren't
I'm with my nigga Lights and we eating well
Knife, fork, dinner is served
They're like "Lights, where you been?
Brudda, we ain't heard you in a min"
Game needs cleaning up
It's worse than it's ever been
Too many shit spitters in the scene
It's a good thing
Mommy always taught me "put
Wrappers in the bin"
I admit, the work rate isn't the best thing
But when you're making twenty
Racks in a week, you blame him?
Double figures on the wrist
Double figure whip
Double trouble when it's me and GH, so nigga
Behave
Whoever told you we were victims, nigga
We ain't if it's war you wanna create
It will be arranged
On point everywhere, even at the PA
Never slipping
Nigga that's always got the 38
It's only business class when I fly on BA
The F game's how I sin when I'm getting Lizzy
I don't see money from gigs
I'm a young gunner that spends
Name the price, I will never delay
Fuckboys still chatting on me
I'm just tryna build a crib
Give Mommy the key
Don't they know I've got bruddas that
Will clap it for me?
Leave couple holes in your body
Like the capital B, oof
Live life, still manage my P
I'm the man with the cards
No one's tackling me
"I heard Lights washed up" 's
What they're dying to see
I can't be seen, stop eyeing on me
Look, everything you done, I
Did, what you driving, i drove
What you want, I own
Everything you rhyme, I live, nigga
Can't you hear it in my tone?
No, we never took a MOBO home
But my team, we still win
Young Lights living like a king
Bruddas be scheming but they never do a thing
Try me, on the Holy Bible
You can run but you can't hide
I will put P on you, son
My first car was an R-reg mégane coupe
I scooped your gyal half-dressed
She was giving me brain while I was parking
Dead, though, she's biting man
I call her Suarez (Get out the car)
Of course you know what my team's done
Beefing in clubs ain't new
It's like a re-run
Rather tell a bitch phone now
To book a hair appointment just
To get your weave done 'Cause after this
I'm bringing you back like a refund
For a gym class, sexcercise her till
She knackered like spin class, big arse
The bitch make the ting clap
Back like it's in garage doggy style
I'm in and out her back like a SIM card
Sex in your bra, true
I'm blessed with the charm
Pull so many chicks
I should invest in a farm
Ring Kyze from the 'Nam
There's a drought for the dark
Knew I move class A
That weren't attained in my class
Tryna make Diddy money, get my salary raised
I made dirty money shotting
All this Danity "Caine"
Grinding for an Aston
It's a never-ending story
How my whip so fly
They compare it to Sebastian's
Swag, I'm a material winner
Man ah come off the ban, watch the vehicle
Nigga combination still the camp
I'm a serial nigga
Snap like crackle, guns'll pop
I'm a serial killer
Trenchtown Rock me should have grown my ting
Out bigga like some locks
Weed? It ah grow in our spots
Everyting cool, everyting bad
Everyting me got
Seh me nuh watch no face, pussy haffi mash
Me nuh wanna drink no Magnum outta glass
Order Magnum inna bokkle becuh di
Bokkle have a message
And the message send seh "we go have a blast"
They call me King Ding-a-ling
Or any synonym that describes how
I deal with them they keep ringing
I cancel before the Mrs flinks
Phone on the wall but she knows
I'm off the wall though
I had M before J and J
Before she had a daughter
Her babyfather's waste so she wants
Me round to slaughter
I come in the Mercedes Benz, she bends
I'm in the punani boom, bap bap bap bap
I beat it up like Harley
Black Ken for the Barbie i'm electric
She don't need no coal for the Barbie
She don't like it when I'm mad
All mandem swarm me
I told her ain't shit changed
Just charm and I love it