GROUP (Rap), Lee Scott, Jehst - One Two lyrics

Driving through the 6AM mist again
I know it's a matter of not if but when
It can't be drank away with Tanqueray
The dog that didn't have his
Day it's sad to say
Bring him in from the cold
But, I refuse to pose 'til
I'm dripping in gold with skrilla to hold
'Cause, I don't fit in a mould
Me lack of an expression
Reads "bitter and old" written in bold
Rap style sounding like a gypsy curse
So ill it hurts, might be broke now but
Keep kicking it 'til it works
That scruffy cat strutting past on it's ninth
Best life like it's it's first
I've been about for a while though
It's hot in the kitchen but I'm
Out on the tiles though
Everybody raps but where did the style go?
I'm off me trolley but I got
You rollin' in the aisles though

Drinking tea
Sprinkling thе tree in the RAW sheet
The cost of living's for sure steep
Talk's chеap get the money like Wall Street
The wolves eat your sheep
To fill these shoes is no small feat
'Cause, I walk the walk while you're all talk
From this height
All your tall stories will fall short
Shoot my shot in this ball court
The King of Duck if you didn't give a fuck
You wouldn't bring it up
Radio Rahim loud my shit bump
The volume on ten pistol grip pump
Can't turn down
Even though I'm close to burn out
Holla Jane Fonda for the workout
I've been around for a while
Though so wha blow?
Couldn't pick you out of a
Crowd like Where's Waldo
Everybody raps but I play abstracts
Relax, puffing something through my cataracts