IFTK - Vibe Chemistry Remix

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my-
I'm goin' in for the kill (mh-mm)
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand

You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9
No privilege, but I had a option (mmm-mm)
To never been stuck up on the block then (blaow)
More money, more problems (ayy)
We don't get along like Arsenal (ayy), Tottenham
Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them
Gyal from North London said I made it (boom)
Big Russian, must come in function (brap, brap, brap)

Don't make a rich man haffa bruk it and aim it (ayy)
Chop it and shave it, haters (ayy, ayy)
Nearly had a stroke from my savings
I was popped down, now they can't face it
Chased it, chased it until I just made it, ooh
'Member when I couldn't buy food? (Food)
Now, my gyal lookin' all smooth (smooth)

(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life (grrt, grrt)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (mh-mm)
In my new ends, low percentage of crime (boom)
You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (brap, brap, brap)

Old times in the ends, we was just ridin' on them
I looked the judge in the eye andI just lie for my friend (booh)
I listen to these UK rappers, and they're just lyin' again (you liar)
On my block, I got bare haters, but I got fire for them (brap, brap)
When we was young bruck fellas, everybody was breddas (it's mad)
It was cool 'til we made it then everybody got jealous
I didn't get a dime from the block (ayy)
Whether you like it or not (ayy)
Mh-mm, grrt, grrt, brap

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my-
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my-

I'm goin' in for the kill

I'm goin' in for the kill

But all of these guys wan' take away my life
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9
In my new ends, low percentage of crime (boom)
(I'm goin' in for the kill)

You could never be like me, no
Made a quarter milly last week, shows (mm-mm)
Of course I gotta keep the right team close
Why they wanna see me D-I-E? (Brap, brap, brap)
In the war, I ain't far from a beast (aye, aye)
'Round here, we only run from police (baow)
All these brothers all talk in the streets
But they say they involved in the beef

Tom Ford suit, now I'm feelin' all trendy
'Member when the wallet was empty (money)
Cop these boots, feel Édouard Mendy
Real black brother in Chelsea (grrt)
No talk, I state how I feel
I feel more hungry, makin' a mill'
I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill
Course I'm goin' in straight for the kill