I'm with the East End ravers, suspect tracers
Irish boys in a van full of flavours
This one's for the boys inside, all my B way ties and my trap Caucasians
Essex grafters, can't get past us
Second hand Jeep so we can't go faster
My old man found scales in my draw
So he gave me the talk but I'm just like my father
Lights all over, straight through Dover
Had more luck than a four leaf clover
I got a shotty and a big Alsatian
Swerving, looking for his new Range Rover
Real East geeza, bad boy charva
Last one tried got scarred with a lager
Jed died, I've got nothing to lose
I swear I'll bang my gun 'til I can't hear
Bang my, bang my gun 'til I can't hear aftеr
I'm on the block 'til it can't get darker
Yеah, I'm inside but I'm late to the afters
At the front, in a pair of the Prada's
It's a tight squeeze in a band full of charvas
Music blaring, fresh out the barbers
Three-eight snub tucked under the armour
Club goes mad but the ends are palaver
Cream of the crop (Cream of the crop)
Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop (Vie nonstop, vie nonstop)
She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss
My Bella, Bella, Bella, don’t you stop
My bro in the trap like, "Who need a box?"
No promethazine, I know the cost
You're stuck in my head, I'm losing the plot
My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop (Don't you stop, don't you stop)
Let’s hop on a flight, you ready or not?
All that he-say she-say, I don't watch (I don't watch, I don't watch)
I wanna fly when I'm feeling lost (I'm feeling lost, I'm feeling lost)
My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop (Don't you stop, don't you stop)
Like creme de la creme, cream of the crop
Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop
She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss
My Bella, Bella, Bella, don't you stop
My Bella, my Bella, won't you stop?
Set off in the nighttime, land in the morning
Then I puff a pack on arrival
No sleep, on another tour date
Got another tour date, then another tour date, vital
Minor, sleeping at the airport
Checking on my gate whilst writing down a verse like the Bible
Steez, how you do it like this?
How you flow it like that? It was all for survival
Yo, in and out the game like a cat flap
So high, I don't give a fuck if you backstrap
Old friends always getting caught in my rat trap
Find me walking 'round East with a flat cap
Tidy, fuck a fake friend, fuck a back stab
Chilling with my day ones, drunk in a black cab
Uh, you ain't seen a kitchen look like a crack lab
You ain't seen a couple white boys at your grow yard
Chop, chop dank tree then we go yard
Whip then we blow past, shifting a go-kart
Swear down, 'cause, I'm all bite, I got no bark
We can go dark, French with a cold heart
I can make a bullet hit quick like a blow dart
No chance, you ain't getting no pass
Only my family, my blood that will go hard
Cream of the crop (Cream of the crop)
Tu sais que la vie est belle ma vie nonstop (Vie nonstop, vie nonstop)
She sexy in red, she know I'm the boss
My Bella, Bella, Bella, don’t you stop
SteezTrees
