Redemption Arc (Gamer Version)

(Yung Money Simp)
(Kung Tu on the track)
Big up my man Saeid yeah
Finally came out the closet and that
(Fire in the booth)

Me and Kung Tu we running that bankroll
Pullin' those banknotes straight out of a black hole
Switch role, control, Saeid just got with a fat ho?
Yeah let's leave that story untold
Drivin' Teslas, makin' stacks
Payin' additional rate income tax
But 45% we dont fuck about
With HMRC yeah they got bare clout
Hit 'em with the Glock, cock, pop pop pop
J1 Diors you know we gon' cop
Gettin' free cash like we playin' Monopoly
But bitch, we dont fuck with no play money
"Thats funny, unlucky"
Kung Tu lost a rack getting scammed but he
Kept running up, running up racks with me
We makin' those retard days history
That man's insane brain's a fuckin' mystery
Speaking of Tu he'll consistently
Fuck you up, door knock, delivery

Knock knock, is that a gentleman in Paris?
No it ain't Kanye, it ain't Rolf Harris
I don't speak baguette and I never will
I'd much rather relax and pop some pills (Paracetamol)
Stargazing, far gazing, 420 blazin' it
I'm the OG all you bitches be fakin' it
Makin' it, breakin' it, run up the money
Counterfeit
I'm five-eight but when I stand on my money I'm five-nine
Your hairline lookin' like you've done a cameo on Dateline
Fine line between getting with your sister and a bovine
Hold up, stop sign
(I think Saeid did Columbine)
Switch my birds like I switch my flows
Blue tit, red tit, anything goes
Came from the top, now we at the bottom
But our money moves ain't gone be forgotten
Listen here bitch here's financial advice
Steal from me, I'll put your head in a vice
When the cops pull up I invoke the fifth
My .45s ended dozens of Smiths

Milly on my wrist, yeah life's a bummer
Fast track twenty years and Saeid's a plumber
Fix my loo, I'll leave a nice surprise
But who could beat your dad cheating on his wife?
Clout chasing at its finest, it ain't a career
What a sad little life I'll shed a tear
Your mum's a hoe, your dad's a dear
Can't make a timer? Engineer?

You dumb little shit with 60 IQ
Picking up pennies, don't be a jew
Now all my opps be shittin' bricks
Still tryna beef you little pricks?
Yeah I'm asian, you know I'm good at maths
But even I can't work out how many dads you have
Dr Phil lookin' ass bitch
Your hairline mate, don't gimme a stitch
I'ma a shooter yeah, pull up with my glizzy
Saeid thinks he's hard but where the fuck is he
You had your chance, we took pity
Guess you didn't know, England is my city
(Sheesh)

Alright, Saeid couldn't make it to the studio
So we're gonna hit his verse (I'm scared now)

Saeid pays his bitches in handfuls of playdough
Sometimes the parents do get in the way though
They three-foot-five so they obviously dont know
That he's the king of this god damn borough
Cops comin', he better lie low
And delete the pics that are on his slideshow
He hides all his kids in Guangzhao
'Cause the Chinese government just don't care bro

Yeah its Kung Tu, and Young Money Simp on it
Wrote it and clicked submit now we feel bad for it
Guilt hitting hard, might've gone too far
Guess you could say its a redemption arc?
Saeid is fable his story's mythology
His DMs are studied in human ecology
This is the start of the Saeid chronology
Maybe we owe him a god damn apology