Letter To London

[Intro]

[Verse:]

It's do or die

I'm screaming do

Sometimes I lie to women, but I am the truth

Tell money count me in, haters count me out

If I ain't top 5 you're either dumb or can't count

See that deal he just signed I rejected

Defensive, be offended

I'm just such a trendsetter

Plus I think a little bigger

Hence I do a little better

I get cake like it's my birthday

Cheating on my vocab, that's what you call wordplay

To move Stateside, mmm, yeah I'll take a hundred

I'll come back, make a hundred, I'm just keeping it one hundred

You're too busy calculating what my flaws is

If money makes the world go round, you niggas paused it

Critically criticized you couldn't do better

Call me big headed, but I fit this new era

Real G's respect my hustle, let's keep it real G

If you ain't happy for me now you never will be

Now you've heard my mistakes don't make the same ones twice

The best advice that I can give, is don't take advice

Cause they will steer you wrong, to interrupt your drive

Put a spanner in your works before you reach your prime

Everyone that ever shot me down for not making grime is now

Not making grime, I'm just ahead of my time

But I still got the flow, grounded

Fly as fuck, but still grounded

Can't stuck to one genre, switch styles like outfits

Bad luck like 3 sixes

Pussy nigga your locked up

Penthouse suit, your girl, sex in the air, we fucked up

Sativa for my bretha, swish a roll of that reefa

Them boy there don't fuck with us, we don't fuck with them either

Grand Hustle my team strong, my team's on, what's your team on?

Cash motto- two words, cruel start and I'll move first

Move first, step in the way get moved first

Diss me, no treatment, directors will shoot first

Shoot first, Hustle Gang we on one

Fuck you, sprinting quick, I can't see you in the long run

I'm on Ciroc! I'm on tequila

I'm so UK, Call me Ribena

Pack my bags and hit the A, yeah I put my heart in

If I don't crack the states fly me home in a casket!

[Outro]