Plant pot
I'm not a crackpot, I can't get left like backwash
Man's hot, outside like Sasquatch, I will deliver like Asos
Dad's no dad bod I had to thank God, tap in, no bank card
Hands on, hands off, think you're bad cause you grew some weed
Bust your head with a the plant pot, what
Bury MC's in the sandbox, I am the grime scene mascot
Man's hot, let me cook, shabba madda pot
Make my own luck no shamrock, I learnt to hustle from Krunch and Tox
I like to up that dosh, I like her ass tough and soft, what
Came off the field like Frank Lampard, no red card
But I might get red-eyed like Gengar, I'll be gone till November
I'm not gonna surrender, I'm a defender, I'ma be on it forever
For the fam and myself, I want better, hear the talk like Conor McGregor
Stop whining, keep going up like rock climbing
I'll never stop writing, slacking, that's not my ting
Hotline blinged, streets called and I hopped right in
Strings got pulled, not violins, check my story, heres my spotify link
Red hood, I'm riding, I'm Popeye in the gym
I ain't the type to get mad at the slightest ting
But on the mic ima sin, slap the Bible off his chin
All your idols are pimps, pedos, these blows
Will wipe off that grin, think that we can't see inside of the tints when I am the link
I'm extra, fries and a drink, I don't miss no rubbish at the side of the bin
I'm made, I get the hint, all eyes on me
Gotta strive for the kids uncertain times, as wild as it is
Accolades are up, the pile's getting big, trial till we win
Grime was quiet now, everybody's chiming in
Man are moving irate, Brum town hooligan mind state
Too busy, I don't time waste, can't satisfy her like I Wayne
I'ma keep spitting like I'm frying hake
Then I'll be down by the river or by a lake
I am made, Im awake, can't block me like the fire escape
Relax my diaphragm, breathe, go back to a higher plane
Sleeping wake back up cause I'm wide awake, being paid tax for higher gains
Them man won't move till Simon says
Talking bout I won't move if I ain't paid
No excuses, times have changed
Grind today then fly away on a private plane
I'm not a crackpot, I can't get left like backwash
Man's hot, outside like Sasquatch, I will deliver like Asos
Dads no dad bod, I had to thank God
Tap in, no bank card
Hands on, hands off
Think you're bad cause you grew some weed
Bust your head with a plant pot
What!?
Man's hot, outside like Sasquatch, I will deliver like Asos
Dad's no dad bod I had to thank God, tap in, no bank card
Hands on, hands off, think you're bad cause you grew some weed
Bust your head with a the plant pot, what
Bury MC's in the sandbox, I am the grime scene mascot
Man's hot, let me cook, shabba madda pot
Make my own luck no shamrock, I learnt to hustle from Krunch and Tox
I like to up that dosh, I like her ass tough and soft, what
Came off the field like Frank Lampard, no red card
But I might get red-eyed like Gengar, I'll be gone till November
I'm not gonna surrender, I'm a defender, I'ma be on it forever
For the fam and myself, I want better, hear the talk like Conor McGregor
Stop whining, keep going up like rock climbing
I'll never stop writing, slacking, that's not my ting
Hotline blinged, streets called and I hopped right in
Strings got pulled, not violins, check my story, heres my spotify link
Red hood, I'm riding, I'm Popeye in the gym
I ain't the type to get mad at the slightest ting
But on the mic ima sin, slap the Bible off his chin
All your idols are pimps, pedos, these blows
Will wipe off that grin, think that we can't see inside of the tints when I am the link
I'm extra, fries and a drink, I don't miss no rubbish at the side of the bin
I'm made, I get the hint, all eyes on me
Gotta strive for the kids uncertain times, as wild as it is
Accolades are up, the pile's getting big, trial till we win
Grime was quiet now, everybody's chiming in
Man are moving irate, Brum town hooligan mind state
Too busy, I don't time waste, can't satisfy her like I Wayne
I'ma keep spitting like I'm frying hake
Then I'll be down by the river or by a lake
I am made, Im awake, can't block me like the fire escape
Relax my diaphragm, breathe, go back to a higher plane
Sleeping wake back up cause I'm wide awake, being paid tax for higher gains
Them man won't move till Simon says
Talking bout I won't move if I ain't paid
No excuses, times have changed
Grind today then fly away on a private plane
I'm not a crackpot, I can't get left like backwash
Man's hot, outside like Sasquatch, I will deliver like Asos
Dads no dad bod, I had to thank God
Tap in, no bank card
Hands on, hands off
Think you're bad cause you grew some weed
Bust your head with a plant pot
What!?
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Writer(s): Elliotte Anderson
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