Leisure
Stories
Coldest
Honest
Guys here
There's girls here
Dress up
Lighten up
We're winning
Been there
Done that
Face your business
Ten toe business
I came
Love my city
In my city
I'm king
I might turn around
Just might give you
A name
Might do latest
Only vintage
I drip
Now we buckled up
Bout to write to Buckingham
Suckers sucking up
Now the leeches loving us
This ting I'm puffing on
Got me rolling on & on
I'm bout to lock it up
I'm bout to burn it up
I drink with no chasers
I ball with no laces
Say thanks to my exes
I ride for my negus
NEGUS kings
Night shift in the West ends
Grew up from the East ends
I can't do no rest, next
I learnt from lessons
Ain't nothing stressful
Was sentimental
Didn't trust no person
No I can't settle
I'm just a vessel
You need a medal
We drinking fennel
Face ya bness
Bless my Negus
