I'm from down south, but we ain't BMF UK villains, what you know about PMS? Mix the flake with the yams now I'm seeing press Put it on the street, other ra**clart seeing less sh**'s starting to stress me These OT p**yholes tryna arrest me That's why they nicked Jim Jones, Carlton and Pesky (that upset me) I ask the father to bless me Wash away my sins and pardon my trechery 'Cause after I met B, copped me a marvellous Tec He, dissed me, I blew off like half of his left knee And we got the candy dots Call it Noel's candy, ain't no whisky or no brady shots And they're going mad all the grams we got I ain't 50 Cent but b**h I'll take you to the candy shop n***a I'm a family man, and I love my family lots That's why I bang for my brothers, f** a family loss Trap all day, ain't no time for hanky panky jobs Even though I know a lot of jezzies want to wa*k me off Father in this rap game so try and understand the god I've been in the streets before you n***as took your pampers off