Lounging in this empty spaces, walls with expensive taste is, Something you can't understand please, Close the door behind you when you ex-it, sip cognac and this finest italians grapes, Whilst I listen to Mac on his latest vers-es, Fire but not quiet yet please don't see fire brigades in, Coming, stormin, my guy gives bad looks I'll just jawe him, I don't want problems but I can give a brudda what he wants and, If not enough you'll better say now before I walk away, this bottle brakes in your face shit, pools of blood yellow signs don't slip but that's the case. Hustle after full time jobs, no overtime cos that's not where my life stops, tryna make extra Ps from ur passion generates the biggest motivation, still stressed on my own relation the absence of cash destabilises nations imagine how it affects population, you can tell me shit convince me money is not everything say what you want I still be doing what I think Look at me check my window tint cruising down the street, see you on your feet 'Rari or Volkswagen I own a wheel you on your 40s at bus stops so what's the deal, In the club DJ gives me a wheel, Feel the fire it's not alright if you retire before I bang your head with steel, I send you on gang war for real, I hang you on a wall and pour myself liquor and seal, Away for kinda always, leave this place with all the unpaied bills Too many chills Need to chill, this world is too cold ain't talking about a skill I heard it too many times and I'm sick to complain about streets and crimes, bullshit vines, why we haven't fucked in time and all this shite, when I'm blasting words with all my spite on verses without a rime. Get out my way I'm on high vibrations, You don't know what I'm on about watch me puzzled sipping strong ales, clean the white from your nostrils, Bumps that makes you feel gassed so You on fake energy, attention it will stop soon Big EMI at the back he will overlap you, Drugs ye everybody wants some I don't lie I like it too But affecting life on some powder is not me that's you So I blaze my spliffs I'm not watching you and what you do, see me going around with my crew whilst remixing a song I got you wondering how da fuck I do?! Look, rap faster than you whilst consuming my zout over jealous cos you been here for years but no one ever noticed, think you scary no one stops by not even the police, not making it at 27 like Joplin, demons fumagatin no matter what's in ur spliff not a comedian but you so comic. You boring, see me changing topics not the guy that read comics more like where's my spliff of Chronic?? Yeah I got a weed fetish I'll be honest, smoke too much as if i'm in a contest, like Every day smoke buds as soon I'm wakin in the morning see me walkin, heads turning when I pass by that's for what people know me, homie I don't give fucks I'm moving low key when is your girl that blows me on this flow beat, no jokes when I tryna raise Ps, I'm on my thing give space and don't interrupt me please when I'm zoning I sting more then bees even when I'm yawning, give the crown you know who the king is, No Police not even Sting please, I've Got Gs they be flowing, beats so hard they keep it spare in their pockets, pull them out when it seems the best moment, inspiration hits so stop controlling and keep it flowing, mad how back then I would freeze and now I'm balling big Emi on the ball more then Spalding