作词 : Mastermind/Chip/Nafe Smallz/Frederik Gamst Terkildsen
 作曲 : Mastermind/Chip/Nafe Smallz/Frederik Gamst Terkildsen
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my b*****s, since then, I ain't been sleep muc
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' b***h, "I ain't no preacher
Before these niggas get this money, don't please he
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my b*****s that all of the police too
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia
I had to put them on the wave time
Ozone space time
Six figure b***h, chain on me when I stage div
I stay runnin' up these cheques on my day grind
And I'm never switchin' up sides, I make the same slides
I'm with the K9s, we ain't on no playtime
Shoppin' with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline
Beat it, I never eat it if she ain't mine
Deep shit but they don't deep it until the drapes fl
Song shit, I put my whole soul into it, bab
Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me
So stressed, I went from homeless to gettin' paid, G
Outside, we did the frontline when shit's craz
Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me
Life in these streets can turn a boy brazy
She sent me nudes like she workin' for page three
I get this cake like my first name Paigey
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my b*****s, since then, I ain't been sleep muc
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' b***h, "I ain't no preacher
Before these niggas get this money, don't please he
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my b*****s that all of the police too
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
That's why my niggas toastin' every time we meet u
Man, I been rappin' so long, should put my feet up
But would the game be the same without me? Huh
Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers
She just want a London boy on top of covers
Told shorty we can- we can't be lovers
Tryna beat, so give me brain, I got no rubbers
Flavours, you don't know about grub, my G
That's not Cali, he got bumped, my G
Weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit, bro
Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke
Northside, Chippy grow up in the tough hood
So every time I hear "Die young", I touch wood
More money, more gyal, more peace in life
Might get a massage in my sheets tonight
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my b*****s, since then, I ain't been sleep muc
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' b***h, "I ain't no preacher
Before these niggas get this money, don't please he
I'm on the strip, dodgin' all the police trucks
And free my b*****s that all of the police too
I'm smokin' flavours, none of that amnesia