#2020Vision Freestyle - Potter Payper | Lyrics & Video

[Verse]
I know Heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss
From knee high trapping in my Levi's bruck
Till I got my money tall like fee fi fum
Chop a brick like Danielson
It's in your heart if you stand or run
You can't gamble some
When you bang your gun
It stays with you like days when your Dad used to slap your Mum
Before I snitch I'll cut out my tongue
Not on my worst enemy, on God I swear that shit can't run
I've got the streets all in my blood
For what it's worth I've got spirits all in my cup
I'm getting burst; my heart, my soul, my pain
In every verse mashing work, you don't want no sitcho
Or I'll go schizo, and shoot up the disco, and stick up the distro
All in a day's work
Still Hennessey and my spliff rolled
I'm getting the bag, I ain't sweating a slag
I get dirty for sixteen, it's twenty a slab
And I don't know Garfield but I know Terry the cat
And if you give him six white he'll rent you the flat
Feds will tell you anything just to get you to rat
Moncler with the fur and the red and the black
Money will make your old bitches start begging you back
I need a house on the hill, suttin semi-detached
Cah living how I'm living I can never relax
I've got fish in the bowl and the rest of it's crack
And this fish talk to me like American Dad!
And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap
Shots definitely tap, don't make him press on the MAC and air out
Shots definitely tap, don't make him press on the MAC and air out
Moncler with the fur and my diamonds looking burrr
I'm rapping and I'm trapping, I don't know what I prefer
All them years on the spur tend to merge into a blur
Probably why I drink it from the bottle till I slur
Full throttle when I skrrr, had them praying for my return
I need my money, Mr Burns, call me Monty
Cooler than the Fonzie, balling in the bando with a blondie
Pagans say they're on who? Pagans ain't on me
Cah I've got that twenty-two inch, I'll kill a zombie
Never been Pompey but I trap on sea
Beam at the trap like Grand Prix
Buses in the room when we convene
Scheming on bellies
Kitchen open real late like I'm eating at Eddy's
I have my young G's posted at cribs rocking ballys and semis
They ain't doing no leggies
They just wanna do it like Kevin & Perry
I've spent mad years sleeping at Debbie's, kipping on settees
I've spent mad years reading on basic, like fuck a telly
Now I take a bitch to the telly and she ain't basic
And now I need a crib for my Nanny and one for Jason
I got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the basement
Suttin Alexander McQueen on occasion
Six on my kicks, LV's when I lace 'em
Bark it like Alsatians, strikers in formation
Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians
So I'm John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens
Shit I said I'm John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens
I know Heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss
From knee high trapping in my Levi's bruck
Till I got my money tall like fee fi fum
My baby girl told me I'm a deep thinker
See I've got so much on my mind but I can't speak with her
How could I tell her that my friends just skeening her?
And more time I'm in the kitchen like Delia
They said "P back then you was greazier"
Cah back then I found jail more easier
I was broke, now I step out like zim zimma
Black gun, black Bimma, fat white hitta
I need twenty keys like the gym bar
And that Armani I smell just linger
Riding to some old school Timba
Flying through Becky then I cut past Windsor
I'm in the Crown Court, no Judge Rinder
Gyaldem sugar, you don't catch me on Tinder
Catch me in the trap with my foil and syringer
Long time P been a double rap clinger

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