Tour Bus Massacre

I bought expensive drinks

For my niggas in the grave, for my niggas in prison

Try to make more money to buy more food

For my niggas in the kitchen

So if you ain't talk about paper

Sorry G I dont wanna listen

Matter of fact, I dont wanna see you pussy-holes

In my periferal vision

I would never stick my dick in the stereo

But I'm screaming fuck the system

I turn Tom Cruise on niggas

When they told me it was an impossible mission

We used to be close

Now we're totally distant

Just to recognize when he was real

But now my man looks totally different

Only with my brothers to hang around

With me so I put JME on my neck

The last guy who try to take my chain

Got no respect

We can all start pumpin iron

Just know I'mma do loads more reps

Strong like Conan the Barbarian

Niggas can't walk in my creps

Thought a hundred grand would solve my problems

But I got loads more stress

The only thing thats changed

Now is I get loads more sex

She said when I made it rain

I make the flower I get wet

I said when you looking at Skepta

You looking at sexy in the flesh

Im thinking last night was crazy

Im living my dream, dont wake me

Pass me the coke and JD

The Mandem just shut down Jamie

Roll to the club, with a hole in the bus Wavy

Konan's chatting to Amy

Skepta's neck, Jamie

Just got Doe from the B A

Today, Max's B Day

Gonna put last night into replay

Lets raise a toast for the DJ

All right enough thinking

Let me get back to the track, listen

Since Otis the world been listening

Jackpot, like I burgled the kitchen

Let me slow it down nigga

I love the way that Cath lick

I need a vicar

She makes me buss an ill nut

I call her Camilla

I got my wood, in her hand

I call it a splinter

Let me tell you, bout the last Pagan that clowned about

Was about two o'clock or round about

When I caught him at the round about

I let three more go round about

Now he's got more exits than a roundabout

Im going in, but its early

You can get thrown in the van

For a Persie

Look around here you gotta Play Dirty

Cus even Fat boys, dont show Mercy

You sure you want something in your jersey

Hands on the 8 I dare somebody verse me

With Kirsty, shes from Burnley

I told her to get her jugs out, I'm thirsty

Trynna live my dream, so I sleep less

Thinking, FUCK THE WORLD, cus im trynna cheat death

Lightys wanna suck me, but I only want the Queen's head

Counting this grands, screaming fuck the G Jet

Kons, now they saying im trouble

Got bruvas in track turning rocks into rubble

Get Caught in arms

But its nothing like a cuddle

Pussys talk S, till I make then see double