GROUNDWORK

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork (yeah)

I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

My team build upon many years of groundwork

Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'Gram

You know that pound work (pound work), you know how my sound work

Miss the fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surf

Lone ranger, I am always on the outskirts

Grab my .40, start playing 40-40

If the demon starts to haunt me (hahahahahaha), they leave and love it

My cannon said, "Just fuck it", on these fingers that will touch it

On the peak like Warren Buffett, like Norris, I just chuck it

Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)

You know my steez

You get the borough to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen

Hardcore settings, never been PG larger 'cause it's easy

Extraterrestrial, ET, thousand grams

Weezy connecting people, BT shoe

Flew off-key, Weezy move for the shadows, creepy

Look for the glasses, Stevie, and when the rhythm all easy, light white, easy-peasy

Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man unknown T, like munya

Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda

I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah

I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah

I want the gyal with enormous bunda

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

And they say I told ya

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

And they say I told ya (who's Pap? Who's-)

I'm out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gunmen

Half of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onions

Black Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I'm clutching

So when I backwood, it's not what you roll your blunts in

Came through the door too loud, that's why you suffering

When you into calmers, easier to get buzzed in

Getaway car with the bad engine combustion

Transportin' traffic and racketeering and smugglin'

Remy, get me one more baby, just for your husband

Let's put a restaurant in this name like Puff and Justin

Crack rock seller, back block dweller

Your jetpack, with fair shots but pack box better, uh

Flash rocks fresher, mad fly dresser

Match my leather with the AV, black Margielas, uh

Mack cock level, black shots hella

Stash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddar

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

And they say I told ya

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

And they say I told ya

Coming to ya from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork, I've been settin' this mic alight until the fight takes over

And they say I told ya

Coming to ya from the-