Popped out the whip, parked on the back street
Worked out this bitch, marched like an athlete
Jewels in my crib, forgot to throw shine on
Minor, you know the grind I’m on?
Need cheese like yesterday
A hundred K, made 50 now I’ve got the rest to make,
On a conquest hunting the sceme, long quest
See a bredda jump in the beams?
Beeped the horn and bounced pumpin’ Skream and Benga
Saw a doorway too discrete to enter
Yo, I wasn’t sure so I fell back
Could’ve been a rave but where the girls at
Smelled damp in the air
Weed smoking, booze but no shouts in the air
Then I felt a door shut behind me
Pitch black nothin in my sight to guide me