last night in soho (bonus track)

I finished the project but I wasn't even finished yet
I got booked for a festival in Budapest
Me and Billie Eilish on the same bill
My lifestyle changed but know that I'm insane still
Flight to LA we're doing 8 or 9 shows
Partying with Vogue, my song playing in Charli D'Amelio's videos
At the crib I confide in the bros
Never kick em to the door, n you know how it goes
I'm the young J Cleezy
Everyone who loves me on the sly kinda need me
Told my friends that I'm the one and my n believed me
Rubbing on the brass is not the way to find a genie
I wasn't getting paid in the start my girl buss me in the interim
Friends probably thinking whys she into him
I made us a fire but that woman made the kindling
It takes a certain heart to be with someone
And not care what people think of him
Nothing ain't changed
Outrageous as I used to be
Fashion parties jewellery
This shit is nothing new to me
I'm seeing super models eyes staying stuck glued to me
It's like you boys are scared of bread
Am I the only one who isn't gluten free
A month in LA London calling like the clash
My bro living up in Manny said I'm drive too fast
Three litre Beemer me and Chris will firm it if we crash
Waitress looking at me sus I paid three bill in cash
They put me on a podium
I'm from the city where the lights are sodium
My music videos belong in Odeon
My life is pandemonium
The way I spit fire it's like my drink is pure petroleum
My father was a Rolling Stone but lately he's been calmer and older
I was running up that hill to find a burning bush
While pushing Sisyphus' boulder
My broski was a dealer having food fights in chicken cottage
Now theres a chip on his shoulder
Nobody clipping my wings
Never had numerous tings
She pissed that Xadi isn't everything that it says on the tin
Tryna make me spill the beans approaching she's spilling her drink
Told her I'm sorry rather keep the cannellini within
Fully independent since we started this
No label here no marketing
I'm glad I never signed in 2020 without bargaining
2019 this was a dream I didn't even have the heart to sing
Was busy doing dafter things
Like why the fuck was I up in a trap house
Late at night we're driving and we only took the back route
Linking up in Hounslow east we gotta get some cash out
Meanwhile making music brothers praying I'm a cash cow
I'm cashing out more than a n been cashing in
Addicted to finer things
Jil Sanders gym, saunas, and diamond rings
I turned into the king of silent wins
I don't need a girl who needs my iPhone pin
Like I don't like my limbs I gave an arm and a leg for this
A singer making rappers quite I'm paying the severance
It's better you don't question my intelligence
What's a fucking rockstar without a bit of petulance