SIN CITY (FEAT. WRETCH 32)
I'm in the city tryna spend
Revolt with some bad boys and some diddys in my ends
Tell the valet it's a convoy I'm with my friend's
Gyal are tryna pull me up but shit I'm pulling up again
They know my set, set trends
North side baby catch me in the west end
It was Tottenham high road and now its high street ken
Man was getting curved till they saw me in a Benz
Now when i swerve on them on calling it revenge
No hate in my heart chrome hearts on my chest
Still a dog eat dog world told my darg to invest
Now my G cutting checks he aint getting g checked
De stress at the Shard we shut it down
They show us love at the Shangri-la
Fuck around and get smoked ill have a cigar
Man i need them new Chanel's might just take a trip to France
God Save The Streets
We pray
Money, Power and Love
We just need some love
How about you, me, on plane escape
Money, Power and Love
We just need some love
In Sin City
I'm at the London eye
Sat here taking the views i don't wanna drive
All we ever saw was red and now I'm colour blind
My brother from another mother from the other side
No were not saints but i prefer the Saint Tropez
Dinner dates at night time with a Daydate
20 plates and up i had so much on my plate
Had to serve food now i tip the waitress an 8 ball
My guy grabbed grub from me it was painful
Bite the hand that feeds You don't You know that's disgraceful
Made out the manor were they'll make You or break You
Everyman i brought brings something to the table
Statue out in Libertine and in Tape too
Cause any wrong move they'll catch You and they'll catch You out and tape You
Got them throwing shade in the borough and the Shaderoom
Drinking ensuite but the liquor distasteful
God Save The Streets
We pray
Money, Power and Love
We just need some love
How about you, me, on plane escape
Money, Power and Love
We just need some love
In Sin City
Just left Hatton gardens
Diamond in the rough really hard it the hardest
Took her Piccadilly she so picky ahh shit
Either way I probably fuck i just call it stardom
Respect the come up I aint one to complain
We was poverty stricken and now we pour champagne
God save the streets man are preeing like i'm prey
We was really down bad we just had to elevate
Yeah sensational
Sensational
Sensational
Sin city sensational
Yeah sensational
Fresh to death to bless to ever stress
Fresh to death
To death
Fresh to death
Sensational
Blessed
To blessed
Fresh to death
Fresh
Fresh to death to bless to ever stress