P Money - SiansStudio lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, okay Sent out to Big Narstie, familia Sent out to my OGs Yeah Sent out to the Sidemen gang Uh, okay [Verse] Uh, you be get' yourself a coco when I poke in [?] you're boasting We can fight but the Dojo is a no-no I'm a road bro so-so it's a road ting I can fight on my solo because I'm so cold I could blow like the .. that I'm holding [Verse 2] Yo, man wanna clash me, man better fill up their tank cause it's a long one way road Shout out Skepta man, [?]'s on the map, hashtag Bugzy Malone I bet you didn't get it, I'll spit it out slow You breddas put me in my John Wayne zone Got me out here looking for a man on my own Konan saw him walking the long way home Top boy now, I crept in as a yungen Down with the flows, I've got dozens Got a bloodline full of bosses and presidents Christening's full of some certified cousins Love this baby, that wasn't even planned More reason to not rate my dad Locked into Grime Time Radio 1, I don't wanna hear how you missed our jam Love and vibes, maximum jokes Back in the UK man know I don't smoke But when I'm stressed I go 'Dam with [?] grinder, fresh trim plus weed and roach Sittin' in The Square with a zoot in the ear One finished, put another one to the lips Airing your phone calls but I'm on my emails, chatting to [?] accepting gigs I ain't a smoker, I said I get dizzy, you can find this boy in the corner, lick Man ain't no .. turn off your camera before you get a big, nasty one in your lip No lay-lay whenever I get vexed One guy tried it back in Stratford wrecks But, you know what happened next Buh-buh-bang sound effects Man, don't try it with me, it's long cause I'll beat up you and .. bonkers Watch man stutter when I bring out the conkers They ain't seen a real one like this in yonkers Anyway, back to the tour life G Dynamite for those that wanna envy Hotel room, right next to my DJ, he's knocked on the door "Yo J, it's M-E" It's like everybody's tryna get P Now the boydem's tryna target me I can't even chill at my bredrin's yard, I got a text saying feds just stormed Z's Mad, slap pay attention, oi They're really out here tryna section boys I've been road since Charizard and Blastoise Uh, every year I get hotter To book me, there's gotta be a comma Not pay who, why would you bother Tomorrow's headlines, shotty horror Pap-pap turn man into meatloaf Get my Drake on, make you a Meek joke I said bro, nobody taught me Paranoid introducing my girl like this boy better not know my shorty Just cause I'm with a .. Jams, don't think man's jamming Man's not jamming, constant planning Know your limits when you ask for a tanning Cause I am the max, who the hell's Branning You're still tryna beg it, you lot are fanning Acting like ... you lot are ... Snatching j**ellery, white, rose gold Didn't matter, anything goes where I go bro No evidence, too dark for the photo No love for Juliette but I knew, oh no Man was getting bu*tered left with a .. I took a right turn then I got a flow bro Became paranoid, tried everything, said I weren't getting no bro It felt like the keeper was moving the goalpost Spending my money, going broke in slow-mo Then I done a mixtape Two years ahead now, found my mojo Thinking how can I get to the next level, I don't know bro