[Intro] So in reality we've got time Ya dig? [Verse 1: Pockets] Who's the hunter when Its your n***as down-in streets like the number 10? I need a Big Benz cos theres snakes in the ends And I'm clocking them In or out of town my London Eye watching them b**hes onto the kid like they want me to nut in them I'll see where it Leads cos I'm in Wolves with a bunch of them They say what I'm writings enlightening Stunning them These are just thoughts from my thunder pen I'm known to pot the black - Pool games with the flat - Out in Leicester An 8th in my tracks And blade if i take my creps off Before you were Luton I was already messed up My livers pool Like a liver full of hennessey you would of ridiculed We Ignore whichever hater try to address us Like what you on my friend? You'll get rocked in a way you can't comprehend Like Stonehenge and die in vein like a syringe And this weed like the yang to my ying Your girl smoke I might a**ist her like my next of kin I'm here to leave my prints as a king From a prince to a king But I'm more like the grinch And nothing like Prince You n***as need to let me live... Coz wherever I go its the same old They say its life and suppose its the way it goes...