TE dness, Stormzy, Big 6ix - No Title lyrics

Need new shoes on my feet
And my mummy need to eat
And my pops need some weed
So how the fuck am I asleep

How am I supposed to sleep
And how am I supposed to keep
My head up in these streets
I had to sky the coupe
Still got birds like it's a coop
I gotta go and get it what
Am I supposed to do

I phone up 6ix I aks him "How's it soundin'?"
You ain't a gangster you just hang around 'em
My brother's counting paper
He's still countin'
Yeah I'm the boss come link me up 10 Downin'

Had a seat, I'm voting for it Labour
I got raided it was in my neighbours
I'm getting paper, getting paper
Blocks my restaurant I serve
'em like a waiter

Way up only girl I ever loved was Nina
I'm searching for my shorty
Have you seen her?
I heard she creeping round the
Block but on the D-low
I heard she moved up in life now she a kilo

You're fucking with 6ix then
You're fucking with me
You're fucking with Chris then
You're fucking with T
She fuck me then leave
Baby girl fucking the team
I ain't buyin' her weed
I told her that nothin' is free

I came a long way from the past
With a few of my dawgs
Plans for a million I'm blowing dope
Out the view from the Shard
They claiming they heavy but they
Ain't comparing to us
I'm hearing the talk and I'm deadin' to laugh
Can tolerate talk but I dare you to start

I don't even like listening to them but I
Pause tracks bring it back listening again
You can tell them boys been listening to Ness
A bag of my tings while
They sittin' on the net
A bag of bad talk while
They sittin' on their ends
Shorty fuckin' with me now she
Shittin' on her ex
Hulk Hogan I start rippin' off a vest
Cross price for a Zed what
I'm hittin' on a bench

Check one
Check two can I make an announcement?
Shit's getting so crazy I need an accountant
I'm back on my shit
I just got back from the mountains
Had a talk with the gods
I took a sip from the fountain

I need control of my life
The devil keep calling on me
Been in bando two months
Can't't put forty on me

Man talk shit 'til I get them
Niggas only win when I let them
Might link my bro D from the Section
Summertime flexin' we flexin'

Heart dark like my complexion
Rar tar yeah that's my preference
Fast car dip through the West End
Since she met Stormz she ain't
Worry 'bout her ex men, no way