Trench P (London City)
Mason
London City, they gang bang in Tech fleeces
I put a pussy on the spot like set pieces
I'm known for buildin' up blocks, I go to next regions
Sometimes my head gets hot and I forget reason
My hands was cold on the strip, now my necks freezing
I'm going cold on the drip, this is next season
Jailhouse reading, that was chess pieces
Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece
Probably why I'm famous and they still won't give me entry
The mandem said I really made the comeback of the century
Labels wanna reinvent me, but I'm Trench P
Hopped out the gate to a Bentley, you get me?
I remember I was broke, had to tip a quarter
No car for the block, had to hit the corner
Sometimes I still spin by, 'cah I miss the trauma
And over there I'm making hits like Tiggs Da Author
I'm live 24/7, what a sick performer, what a sick performance
Through the jailhouse I really missed my audience
These is big proportions
I made a hundred in amount and got shipped to Moorlands
London City, they gang bang in Range Rovers
At your crib like sixty-minute makeovers
I left that pussy on the yard with his face open
Now I'm home tearing tops like Hulk Hogan
I think I'm Steve Austin, tryna stone cold 'em
Four man, four hammers in this old shotgun
This a life you don't wanna stick no cold toes in
I'm always live, so the boys can't bring no GoPro's in
I on't like that, some tryna move the goalpost ting
That's the type of shit that had me out in old clothing
You ain't like that, I bet they tell you, "No Smoking"
I keep cats smoking, I keep hoes hoping
You ain't standing on my toes, you ain't encroaching
If I put this on your block, I bet it's explosive
I shoulda never threw that Z at him, that Z's thrown him
If that was my dawg, I woulda had to disown him
Why don't you tell them 'bout that jacket that I ripped holes in?
Or how I gave him all that packet, now his wrist frozen
But I'm a music mogul now, I feel like Rick Rubin
I'm overseas counting money with this big cuban
'Round my neck, it's danglin'
Time it right, I'll angle him
In the flesh, I'll strangle him
And anyone who stands with him
I think I might need counselling
I saw the dots and sanded it
And done the overhand with it
They know that- got blammed with it
London City, they gang bang in Tech fleeces
I put a pussy on the spot like set pieces
I'm known for buildin' up blocks, I go to next regions
Sometimes my head gets hot and I forget reason
My hands was cold on the strip, now my necks freezing
I'm going cold on the drip, this is next season
Jailhouse reading, that was chess pieces
Mind your mouth, boy, I hit you in your chest piece