Pak-Man - Behind Barz Take 4 lyrics

Knee deep in these streets
Hella years I've been about
Wanna stop me, do it properly
 then you gotta lick me down
Any girl I wocked out,  dropped out, pissed
Cah my lifestyle different now
She the one that's missing out
Put my auto into sports mode
It's missing now can't chill
I'm going hard till I stack a million pound
This money made my world change
I forgot that girl's name
Silly little birdbrain
Pull up on my old block
And I'm in something new
Who the fuck are you? This
Fifth kicking like Buckaroo
Your squad's full of weirdos
Got my foreign, clock was on zero
Godfather, no Robert De Niro
Spent P's up in Harrods G
Keys weren't Valerie's
Fiends were my salary, dreams turned reality
Where I'm from it's crazy but
Nothing's gonna phase me
Out here from early
I'll blow thirty on an AP
Girls want my baby
She said she want my baby chill
Now she feeling like she miss me
Saying "Can you pay my bills?"
Bitch I can buy your crib
Slip I'ma fly your wig
Risking my life for this
Rich how I'm tryna live
It was embarrassing when I never had a thing
Now I ring Dan
"I need eight grand to grab a ring"
Twenty on my wrist in the gym
While I have a swim still dripping
Roof still missing like Madeleine
Coupe or a drop whip? A man said I lost it
I came back like work in the pot did
I've got this
I need it ASAP, word to my pocket
On job, one God, word to the Prophet
Payback burned on my conscience
And I ain't concerned with the nonsense
I've seen grams turn into boxes
Your family a load of cunts
You can't even throw a punch
Hating cause I'm blowing up
Funny how shit change
I forgot that prick's name
In Spain, big chains, wrist game insane
VS diamonds, my whole team shining
Been grinding, green light things
Bro keep silent
People know I'm out here for real
I need a house on the hill where
I don't hear no police sirens
Alone in my thoughts, I get lost in 'em
Thousand miles in four days
I've been on missions
Been consistent, certified bread earner
Any chick you see me with
A guaranteed head turner
You're fucking with a star
Fifty-grand coupe when I switch the car
Six bills a night when I hit the spa
I'm sorry for the stress that I caused mum
I was out here tryna stack me some more funds
Sorry that I couldn't be the
Son that you wanted
You found charse in my closet then
You flushed all the profit
On the block with the junkies
Got lost in the game like Jumanji
Now my kicks cost me a monkey
Chill at the best spots in the country
Hop out of drops in Givenchy
Buying watches in Bromley
Been through trials and tribulations
Them snitches in the station
Still giving statements
I'm rolling with Jamaicans, Africans
White boys and some on it Asians when
I'm on the pavement