作词 : Chip/Skepta/Young Adz
 作曲 : Chip/Skepta/Young Adz
 制作人 : Sons of Sonix
What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen
What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen
I had big waps hurt my wrist from the kick back
Click clack pull up on them in the pitch black
Switching sides now a n***a wanna switch back
Said I ain't a p***y I was talking big facts
N***as wanna talk n***as wanna chit-chat
On your block with four sticks like a f**king Kit-Kat
Dressed in all black fresher than a f**king Tic Tac
Started from a eight ball man I had to flip that
It's Big Smoke I'm a lion in the jungle need a lioness
I don't like your attitude but I like the dress
Lights out wild sex on the private jet
Huh forty thousand feet man I'm highly blessed
Touch down I'm in stu' with the killys
YA on the mud boy sippy sippy
Talking psychedelics then you know I keep it with me
Man I love the psilocybin yeah a n***a keep it trippy
Chippy I got kicked outta school
Caught with a kitchen tool
Daddy looked me in my eyes
He said 'son this isn't you'
Having dreams of shotting raps
Big cousin shotting crack
I said dad I wanna rap
Ca' I want things that shotters have
Like a Avirex and lighties on sex
Little Chippy with the olders from the ends
Probably why I saw a key before a tens
Traumatic stress when I reflect I hold a meds
Toronto with my G on tour we praise the lord
College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before
P***y all my n***as winning you can check the score
Match of the day racks on the chain cutting a cheque for sure
They say black don't crack never been no coward darg
Black and proud no bounty Chippy got lion bars
Rap or shot a packet tryna get a Schott jacket
What you think tea and crumpets
In my manor shots banging
Gucci slides he a newbie in the gang
You see him ride
Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified
He ain't hit a movie with me
Yet he don't know how I ride
My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye
Diamorphine
Said the works there
Try more fiends
Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine and coke for the stove
Got a b***h from Cardiff she just told me roll
R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed
Tell the kids don't follow my footsteps on the road
N***as said he got plaques we got plaques we got waps
You ain't got no waps though
I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine I got coke for the stove
What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen
What goes around comes around this s**t keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping
Ain't nobody nobody f**king with my kitchen