[Verse 1: Kano]
Ah, Twenty-four seven I'm on this
Viagra flow hardest for the longest
Niagra flow pa** this at your own risk
Aha their not finding the Kane
But the flows like herpes never go away
Creps like Prince 'cos they're never going gay
Without looking fresher than the rest, yes
Too many ballers not enough hits
Too many lies, not enough evidence
Too many guns, not enough bodies
Too many d**, not enough profit
Too much Gucci, not enough receipts
That mutherf**er is a snide ... Dubai
Too many gla**es, not enough champagne
Fight to a bottle thats a damn shame
Ah look, its on top for the summer time
Might hit the club again and show them how to do it right
More bubbles, no mong
No sparklers its for us not the show
Hands in the air
Chicks by the truckload
One look at us know the playing the field
Wanna sit them as the Skepta table
We need some more girls in there its not fair
Ah, its like Rambo in their
Too many man, too many many briers
Throw around pocket like they got it
And hopping into f**ing Cavaliers
I don't make it rain and I got thousands in here
Dollar bills thats just like throwing pounds in the air
I'm something you're nothing
Beef I busting your ducking
Clubs I'm f**ing your crumping ah
Chicks he's dumping mine jumping cars
Might treat her to some shoes and a spa
But when the clock strikes 12 she turns pumpkin ah
Cinderella freak like Missy Elliot
Says she want a Rude Boy
See me date a Mrs Ella ella ay ay
I'm filming like Kim K and Ray J
Until they put me in a grave f**er I will never take a break
And to the industry I'll never be a slave
While I work and you sleep, I spray
Thats why I'm so great, to real men greatest
While everybody rates, them others just hating
They can never say that I ain't inspiration
They say that I changed, but me I embrace it
Ah, like Barack Obama, sneak on the track Osama
Eat up the track piranha, Put east on the map Colombus
Laid back like a ganja farmer Kanes coming back like Karma
'Cos there ain't nobody rapping harder
I'm the don I the gangster father
Show jam packed to the rafters
You couldn't even ram the barbers
And most of you I never heard of you
So heres a little something a made earlier, burglar