Splinter Cell

Yeah
Grafters Only
Connoisseurs of this shit man
Rare Trill
Ready know the ting, bars
C'mon

I'm only about grafting
(Grafting, grafting, grafting, grafting, grafting)
Wake up, text out my bargains
(Bargains, bargains, bargains, bargains, bargains)

Look
Yo

I'm only about grafting (Grafters Only)
Wake up text out my bargains (text out thousands)
Take a fiver off the quarter
Now it's flying like my last spliff (55 or 50)

The hustle is my all
I will die for this (uh)
Give 2 shits
I supply on rival strips (rival strip)
Jump out the shower
Missed calls
Lemme dial them quick
I'm tryna get rich
My sales can't afford to miss (I can't afford that)
You better eat this one supper like your final dish
(It's your last dish)

And whilst they sit on the block (block)
I align the win (I do)
Re-ing out these cabs
Could have paid off the mortgages
My aims and agendas are more than this (I swear)
Birds fly like quail through the August wind (get it?)

I knocked subtly they didn't let me in
So now I take off hinges like the builder men (take it off)
And draw plans these blueprints Von Clause with it (ay)
Travel in four like the author did (get it?)
I could talk dimensions but more time
It's like repentance (It's too much)

I've done some fucked shit
I will never mention (I won't)
I let it out via smoke, no Bensons
All I remember gwarn shop and grab a Benson
And now he guides me from heaven
(Ay Grandad rest in peace man c'mon)

It's like
Juriya on top of hills (top of hills)
Burning sage
I take the pain that my mother feels (get it?)
I'm making deals (uh)
I rendezvous with fiend's on a paper trail (paper trail)

My words touch
I ain't blind
I don't need Braille (I don't need it)
I got fish scale like fried brim (uh)
I keep supplying
Bus lane clear so I slide in (left left)

My mind ain't working right (right)
All these scenarios I put aside
Money makes the world turn
Everyday I'm baggin' don't my scales hurt (don't they?)
Resi' in my fingers (fuck)
Fiend's do Nuh Linga for a splinter (uh)
It's got my cell kicking I ain't splinter (what the fuck?)

How do you sleep at night? (how?)
Word on the streets you ain't eating right (you ain't)
Ain't making sales
Anaemic type (It's fucked)

My brother play it lowkey in a scenic ride (ay lowkey)
I get paid I don't care how it seems I'm fine
I need to grind
I can't sleep through these recent times (I can't)



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