(Mason)

Uh, it's lonely at the top, lot of people are watchin'
and want me to flop
I'm tellin' the kids, if I can do it then anyone can
cah I came from nothin'
One stop and search away from the block
In this life, I don't feel fear
only man that can make me afraid is God, uh
Negative press on the shade room
anythin' good, it don't make the blogs
They didn't sit at the table when it was chicken shop
Now it's steak and lobster edamame and Pan-Asian cod

My first bedroom smaller than a jail cell
now the crib's on a ten-acre plot
First time I committed a crime was petty
I couldn't afford what the trainers cost
First time I sold crack, I was just sixteen
witnessin' that at that age was wrong
Detached myself from every emotion
hopin' I'll get my paper long
One brick phone, one iPhone
no SIM, listenin' to the same old song
I'm jumpin' the barriers
if the inspector get on the train, I'm gone
Now the whip that I'm in's an impatient one
put my foot on the gas when the light goes amber
Try touch me and guns will shoot
we don't do kung fu and fight like Panda

My guy's a convicted criminal, so he gotta hide from cameras
All of my bitches pretty as hell
I can start up a beauty pageant
How'd I end up all the way in Clapham
I started my day in NW2
Deliverin' food direct to your door
you can leave a review like Deliveroo
Sticks outside for a special occasion
nank on hip that's everyday shit
Gotta thank God that I never did, dark and light
did sell it in twos
Before I got the invite to Mike Rubin's all-white party
4th of July
I was sat in the trap with a pack all night
cocaine fragrance, weren't dressed in white
Fifteen minutes away from the shot
but I said that I'd get there in less than five
It gives me the ick when girls come around
and try too hard to impress the guys
I sat and I told the Sony exec'
If you give me a ten for a tape, I'll sign (uh)
Everything's gonna come to an end
when I counted an M, I was on cloud nine
If it weren't rap, I would've been a pimp
I look at a bitch and I see pound signs
Plus one thousand aura
even if I don't talk, they'll feel our vibe

Label execs don't care if we're murderers
long as your catalogue's bringin' in revenue
They'll sign you and when you go broke
and end up in jail, they're quick to forget you
I can't worry 'bout album sales
I got serious shit that I'm tryin' to get through
How can they talk down on my name f
or tryna get paid, I'm playin' a chess move
GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes, cheat at school in exams
I'm fucked
I cheat on my wife, but how can you blame me? I cheated life
I weren't supposed to make it this far
I got no grades, I ain't even wise
Walk down Uxbridge Road
I reckon that one in three of these people high
Supply and demand, that's how I get by
she tellin' me how a trap boy's her type

I'm tryna not get too used to the life
I'm stayin' inside, avoidin' the hype
So many gyal that are wantin' to fuck
I'm turnin' them down, they're wonderin' why
I'm nonchalant, not shy, my entourage top five
I'm probably one of the—
I've gotta be one of the greats
I'll get number one album, easy
it's not like the bar's set high these days
I came in the scene at an all-time low
I don't know, but I think I revived the game
I've been prayin' that times will change
Premeditatin' a graceful exit, in the meantime
I'll try maintain
Alright

(Mason)