PSYKENIGHT - Lancey Foux, Skepta, CHIP

It’s foot to the floor, no seat, I’m ridin' round tank on E

The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know it’s me (Yeah)

I got my own alphabet, it’s A, C, I and a D

Put down your money, let’s bet, let’s see who dyin' a G?

I know that it’s me

Leather jeans on in the hood I’m the flyest to come out of east

Who’s ridin' on me?

Lemme see?

I kill a boy on the A13

I pull up on greaze

Big greaze with a big G

I got a bad B

No underwear like IAMDDB

And she won’t say a sound

Big steel under the Jean Paul Gaultier blouse

How could they doubt?

That me and my niggas the biggest to do this since 2000 and now

I put a 10 on track and after I hit, it’s Logic, I’m bouncin' her out

I’m on my white girl shit

Mm, outside and I’m definitely cashin' me out

(Catch me outside, how 'bout dat?)

Talk about

Talk about, talk about, talk about me

You ain’t even a boss

I pay the cost and I got the receipts

Fuck a celebrity, no security

Still see me in the streets

Like, «Stop, wait, pull up,» I need somethin' to eat

All of these blessings, praise the Lord

DJ, put that on repeat

Please don’t talk about numbers, little man, I could do that in my sleep

Please don’t talk about skengs

One phone call, that’s a strap with the teeth

I’m an alchemist, on a trip

How could I slip when I got the crack on my feet?

SK’s got me standin' well

Ain’t Obama but I brang Michelle

Bouncers know me on the door

And they know I’m comin' with gang as well

Told the girl, «I don’t do the road»

But nothin' change, I got raps to sell

It’s a fast life, I don’t kiss and tell

Said her name and it rang a bell

Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes

Look in the mirror, you hate what you see

'Cah pussy, you livin' a lie

They wanna 'verse, wanna hang with the gang

But they ain’t got the vibe

Fuck with me, no one can save you

Nah, not Allah nor Jesus Christ

I pray but I get sleepless nights (Yeah)

Real haunted ones

Pick a lighty and sleep with one

About brekky, I’m leavin', hun

If the early bird gets the worm first

Alright, I’ma see him at brunch

Ah, look at me thinkin' dinner

If the mandem see 'em, it’s lunch

Putting on weight, I been yammin' this Curry like Bumba

I am a goat

Used to be skinny like Lancey Foux

Your project was shit but it charted though

Chippy, I’m the man with the bars

That’s not gang, that’s stars

Smokin' this cabbage, might jump on the shrooms

Like I’m playin' Mario Kart

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