[Verse 1]
Feeling really high but I don't even smoke
Face is white like the labelled light Coke
Feeling really high but I don't drink lean
Minds all messed I don't know what it means
Feeling like a Queen, but looking like a King
Lingo lacking, novice at this rap thing
I keep on slacking, on my nap time
Versace sofa is soft and sublime
Outta my mind, wake up in my car
Rolling all my notes, I light a Cigar
Cost 6 euros, for fake Ray Bans
No f**s given, stay buzzing like Mann
50 pence pieces stacked to the ceiling
Paid your b**h in change and now she kneeling
See a victim, grab my mask and my gun
sh** there's police, you know I gotta run
[Verse 2: Kraft]
With the fam, we partied at the bay
Don't remember much, felt fresh yesterday
Woke up feeling down, then I make my way
To my town this and the clique waits
I prayed on Sunday, it made me feel safe
Need some guidance to get my head place
Ancestors turning in their graves
They watch me misbehave
As I surf on golden waves
I am spitting now
First row is wet
Make this a show the ladies won't forget
Bright lights all up on the stage
So much footage at such young age
End of the night, I'm the k**ing shadow
Dark hollow, followed cuz I'm bad, yo
sh**, I been too slow, no time for fun
Sup Taxi, can I borrow your gun?
[Verse 3: Kraft]
They treat us like Terrorists, bombing their plane
Cos they crossing my lane, I'm losing all faith
Tryna make a Million to put em in place
They broke like Mase jaw, what a disgrace
They hiding, lurking Ghostface in the mist
Damn it, f** this, I just can't resist
Gotta tell em not to mess - I am HARD
Old school b**hes on their VCR
Fast forward, speed with my license card
Cruising past your front yard, supreme black car
Hating with less than 2 Chainz makes me say "Yuck!"
I spare your life then you know you got good luck
Agree to this offer or your day is gonna s**
Give me your bad b**h, you know she wants to f**
Double tongued, in Germany we say: "Fick!"
HARD - as my dick, HARD - that's my clique!