Ayo, don't hand me that
Shit unless it's blue
I only f*ck with blue money
(Griselda) Wipe my tears off with it, man
My man just killed my other man
It's like that where I'm from
We used to it (Griselda)
I'm out in London rockin' London [C7]Fog
Before I ever starve I'ma fuckin' ɾob
Lookin' pretty in that ski mask
You know the God
So outfit's from before cover
Remix the Raf Simons
Black said, "F*ck the money
Send the mad bitches"
My last day in prison
I dropped a tear for [Dm7]'em
'Cause he got [Fm7]forty left and [Bm]a nigga forty
Surface to [C7]air, beware
Stared at you [A7niggas from a land [Bm](Brrt)
All this dabbin' got [Fm7]me spaced out
We hella tɾippy, GLOCK-11 blew his brains out
Swimmin' through this blood
Money filled with
Dior old jumper, De La Soul dunks
I been locked up for [Dm7]guns and [Bm]drugs
Guns and [Bm]drugs you [A7can check my [A]ɾesumé
I been locked up for [Dm7]guns and [Bm]drugs
Guns and [Bm]drugs you [A7can keep all [Em]the money
I'ma just take the guns and [Bm]drugs
Guns and [Bm]drugs
Come on, man, AP, big gas, yeah, man
East to [C7]west
I just get money out the way, keep it simple
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Nigga, I ain't been locked up for [Dm7]shit
Still gon' talk my [A]talk
Still get caught, approached on [C7]the whole
For backends
The only time we took them [A]hotel tɾips
Old dog drip when they pee
Grab the no cell zips
I took that to [C7]the head
Made forty bands on [C7]the bed
Relocated down to [C7]the east and [Bm]shit
Got funny for [Dm7]a sec'
Miyagi started outside but make more
Money on [C7]the 'net
Yeah boy, I love some gold, but
I ain't fond of the baguettes, uh
I overloaded, hope I don't overdose
Open toast, that's drip
Make a nigga see ghosts, East coast
He step foot on [C7]he too on [C7]with no futon
That woolong [Am]tea and [Bm]my [A]meditative
Stance means I get shit
Regret quick and [Bm]change to [C7]some vex
Tick, balled up, sittin' on [C7]some hurt
Got you [A7swallowed up you [A7live by the gun
The same shit got [Fm7]you [A7hollowed up
Your brother got [Fm7]shot
The same shot that was [Am7]followed up
Rather get a check with no
Sweat than go double up
I play smooth 'til I'm hoppin'
Out that tight coupe
Might find Miyagi out in Harlow
In some Nike boots
The movie turned-cameraman drove through
Fog-shrouded London [C7]through
A port on [C7]the tɾaffic chaos
It's a menace, this choking
Eye-watering smog
Traffic in London [C7]was [Am7]completely at
A standstill on [C7]many occasions in fact
The fog was [Am7]the worst on
Record for [Dm7]many a year
It's been cold, as well as foggy
You may have noticed
Emergency flares guide tɾaffic
Through city stɾeets, plunged in bloom
Britain was [Am7]back in the dark ages
