Potter Payper - FAR lyrics

Didn't lapse, up north in the Moorlands
Five hours on a sweaty, that's exhaustion
All cah I'll touch a man's organ
I'll put it in her
Pussy like homemade abortion
Alhamdulilah, my akh fresh from Iraq
Said he got the dirty for the low
 no extortion
Keys like Ice City, keys like Morgan
I used to send out a
Hundred texts every morning
I spilled ketchup before I
Ever started saucing
My Auntie said "don't you
Find this lifestyle boring?"
But ain't nuttin boring about
Slapping and boring
Rapping and trapping, now I'm touring
But, I'm banged up, I ain't performing
I don't know why I find
This life so alluring my Grandad was a alky


Nuttin couldn't cure him
Probably why I just piss Henny, not urine
If you don't ride for the love
Don't force him
Tracky cause I'm trappy, not Valorin
Christian Dior-ing
I just gave my Nan five racks from the wing
Five bills on my kicks like
Money ain't a thing
White boy, skinhead, no fade, no trim
I'd like to give thanks to
This razor and cling
And this Pyrex bowl and the work I put in
Probably kicked off your door
Started searching for things
Strip search with the squad
That's personal thing
So degrading, I call it growth
You say I'm changing
But having no money never changed him
Becah man makes the money, it don't make him
So never be mistaken
When I took the food and never paid him
I had mouths to feed and I
Had rent that needed paying
Man tried to kill me
I've seen shots ricocheting
I don't fear death, I miss my dargs
I'm just saying
How come when I hit the can I start praying?
Astagfirullah, I just need a
Wife and a lay-in
Cah I'm still road running, young scooter on
And these bricks keep coming, life goes on
And these rappers still fronting, he raps it
I've done it fuck a runner, I run it up
They never gave a shit when I was coming up
Now she gives me hard head
She's a stubborn fuck
How you fat and your ribs
And your stomach touch? I was starving
Why'd you think I stuck him up?
I said I was starving
Why'd you think I stuck him up?
Fuck a runner, I run it up
They never gave a shit when I was coming up
Now she gives me hard head
She's a stubborn fuck
How you fat and your ribs
And your stomach touch?
Look I was tired of being white trash
Broke and always poor
Gangster to my core and I've
Done seen it all before
Treat a junkie like a bestie
That's called building a rapport
I'm riding through the city
Middle finger to the law
Smoking California draw till my
Eyes look Singapore
Bitches used to - now I give them dick galore
And how they taking whores places
That they can't afford?
I don't take her nowhere
I just dick her when I'm bored
Put the money in the bag
That's what I call a bag secured
They'd leave your brains on the floor
For that half box of raw
Smoking flavours in my cell
And I never sprayed the law
Feeling like the cure
I know I could be a better man
And that boy should've dropped
But the Beretta jammed never mind
Bricks on bricks like it's Legoland
Middle of the winter, you could get a tan
He had too much heart and he's
Dead cah he never ran
Gripping on this hammer with my sweaty hands
Like God save my soul, I had to get my own
I've been snaked by my friends and
Had to let that go
Cah that's what got me the bird, I know
Go guilty for the third, I know
Put your heart in every verse, I know
Put my heart in every verse, they know
That's what got me - I know