Pak-Man - Facts lyrics
[Pak-Man - Facts lyrics]
Your team's full of nobodies
And talk is cheap give my mum a lump
Sum and then she's mortgage free
Living how she ought to be
I wore Plain Jane today
I'm buss down normally
Bought the Hub for five grand years back
Now I want the RM
that's a hundred and forty G's
I've got a bad bitch in
Coleshill and Streatham and Clapham
And Norwood and Thornton Heath
Obsessed with materials
This the new Benz, check the steering wheel
My brudda's got more chocolate
Than Dairy Milk
Feeling like the last of a rare breed
Could buss down my bitch
Have her flyer than a fairy
Hit up A Jewellers for canaries
Rap game fugazi but I know the people hear me
Mob figures, got hitters cause they made men
I ain't an Asian rapper
I'm a rapper that's Asian
To get to this position
Look it took a minute can't stop
I charge lots for my books of lyrics
You're a rookie innit
In the hood pushing innit
Kitchen cooking innit
Benzene got boogers in it
My team shine, came up from T-line
Street life, city boy
I never got it by the seaside
I've got shooters in South
And West and Eastside mayfair, we eat right
I was a little kid, out there from knee-high
Ask Jermaine
I built an empire from a three-five
Before I pay the plug I count the P's twice
Don't believe what he said, I see red
Green light
Tell you how I see it through a G's eyes
These Amiris, not Levi's
Make sure the price low and my weed high
Always on point so I sleep light
And talk is cheap give my mum a lump
Sum and then she's mortgage free
Living how she ought to be
I wore Plain Jane today
I'm buss down normally
Bought the Hub for five grand years back
Now I want the RM
that's a hundred and forty G's
I've got a bad bitch in
Coleshill and Streatham and Clapham
And Norwood and Thornton Heath
Obsessed with materials
This the new Benz, check the steering wheel
My brudda's got more chocolate
Than Dairy Milk
Feeling like the last of a rare breed
Could buss down my bitch
Have her flyer than a fairy
Hit up A Jewellers for canaries
Rap game fugazi but I know the people hear me
Mob figures, got hitters cause they made men
I ain't an Asian rapper
I'm a rapper that's Asian
To get to this position
Look it took a minute can't stop
I charge lots for my books of lyrics
You're a rookie innit
In the hood pushing innit
Kitchen cooking innit
Benzene got boogers in it
My team shine, came up from T-line
Street life, city boy
I never got it by the seaside
I've got shooters in South
And West and Eastside mayfair, we eat right
I was a little kid, out there from knee-high
Ask Jermaine
I built an empire from a three-five
Before I pay the plug I count the P's twice
Don't believe what he said, I see red
Green light
Tell you how I see it through a G's eyes
These Amiris, not Levi's
Make sure the price low and my weed high
Always on point so I sleep light