Suck Yourself

whenInstead of doin somethin good with my life I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night long See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the bong When mornin used to come I'd smell mingin The weather was always ****** my line never stopped dingin' Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything There was nothin we wernt slingin Look at me now I'm singin At my little sons grinnin Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen The scene needs coachin Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin! Suck yourself! You don't kill! I can tell the way you talk about these ****** straps that you ain't never ****ed no still Real recognise real! You know the deal If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin ******t I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by G's cos I never tried to be one But I've been around Dappy and money makers It's football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie) Uh, I never lie in my bars Artist blow and make up a part They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin! But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs And I don't give a ******t if ya grindingif ya clothes look ******t, your'e a tramp! I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me I swear down these Niggers make me sick Na na nii, throw up a CPlease, Mr Munks all good Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood I pass through like sho they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money it goes up, day by day And baby, ******s should never say my name I came, from a place where it's all or nothin' So I'ma take all and leave the boys nothin' Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over ******t Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the ******t Ey yo Da's look now were winnin We use to be in the flats chillin Look at me now spittin Teeth still grinnin Pass through my hood Big gully A R chain swingin Paid so I'm boastin I can burn bread On 1 4 corner ways Suck yourself! You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell the way you talk about these ****** straps that you ain't never ****ed no still Real recognise real! You know the deal (You know the deal) If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin ******t I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill YoI was never ballin My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes Robbin Niggers bare faced I knew it wasnt fair mate We'd lick a couple lappys And we'd meet up at the staircase Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin' And I ain't leavin, so ... Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell the way you talk about these ****** straps that you ain't never ****ed no still Real recognise real! You know the deal! (Ungrateful!) If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin ******t I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill ****** it!