Rack City (cover) lyrics

f*ck tru religion catch me in some cheap jeans
Power to the people but my favourite colour green
Arsenal and tottenham its all the same to me
Cos my n***** from spurs are the gunners in my team
Birds tweet chatting sh*t and never follow up
f*ck them I got more cash than followers
My teams tight I don’t need new friends g
But me and that block button getting friendly
In the club gimmie space fam
You know them white girls love me like fake tan
Yea I’m a made man
Look at what I made man
Team UK I’m a household name fam
Please Lord forgive my sins
Yea I over think and over drink
In the club me I might order Magnums
But my gangster friends might bring one in
Ah yeah we in this b*tch n****
You just b*tch n****
Cos u a b*tch n****
f*ck these MC’s and their punchlines
I got bars like girls I just dump mine
Anytime on any beat I choose
And I bet I can beat any beat I choose
Don’t make me pick your chick cos my point to prove
pus*y I can have u dropped if I point at you
Yea
I’m on this TOWIE ting fam its no joke
Tryna swap the second P with a K in Lauren Pope
Never drown in pus*y me I stay afloat
Play Noahs ark till I sink ya boat
Ya still living with ya mum you ain't a big man
I never hear you and ya team do it big fam
Play false hair and get one up in your wig fam
Were all inked up but you got sh*t tatts
And the hot girls know what I’m on
Doggy till ya bottom goes red
Louboutin
You might even get a pair if you cook good
I tell a model it ain't enough to look good
Dead wrong thinking my games up
MC’s paying for views the games f*cked
For running up ya beak have you duck taped up
Middle finger up in ya chick who gives a f*ck
Say it how it is I don’t give two sh*ts
I’m on this Caribbean tip but shout out the Brits
I use your album cover just to out my spliffs
And I go inside out if them man go in
Yea!