Get rich

(Verse 1)

Came from the bits, no silver spoon,

Late nights grindin', ends full moon.

Man get rich off mic and tune,

Chat too loose, get spun like tune.

Hoodie up, blacked out, move in stealth,

Never had handouts, built this self.

Ten toes down, I earn my wealth,

Real ones ride, fake ones melt.

(Chorus)

No games ‘round ‘ere, we don't play that,

Talk tough online? Man, save that.

Out in the field where the brave at,

Tryna stack Ps where the safe at.

(Verse 2)

From council flats to the global scene,

Now man’s clean but the past ain’t clean.

Heart of a lion, soul so mean,

Dreamt in the dark, now I live on screen.

Ops chat wass but they don’t come near,

Talk with chest but I move with gear.

Mind on cash, not clout or fear,

Whole team eatin', the vision clear.

(Outro)

One foot in the booth, one foot in the trap,

Still got fam that’s stuck in that map.

But I bring hope when I spit these facts,

UK sound, yeah I put that on my back.