you can bill a long one for me
long sword wrapped in cabbage
came a long way from block lifts
to hear my raps in traffic
always out wearing these tracksuits
and now i'm all wrapped in paris
they thought i couldn't write this rap shit
left them man all in panic
left it too long to the point it vanished
i ain't gotta talk to my plug in no spanish
she's gonna say i'm all trash and that and your point's invalid
imma just sit with my feet up
sitting down billing it backwards
sitting down bill it with backwoods
about you wanna bill it in the rim
sit down blud you're billing it backboard
on the block just sitting on raptors
in the crop house fitting in 'daptors
about man singing like actors
get poked then stinged like cactus
come a long way from country
selling man's soul for a z
i like big batty gyally and busty
selling man box of the crow
and the waps ain't changed in price
still eight bills on the block for a rusty
you've got all your feelings on go
blud i put all my demons on hold
could have put vv's all on my neck
but i bought plenty kilos of gold
when the gold price go up it gets sold
man i'll still light you up with that pole
could have put vv's all on my neck
but i bought plenty kilos of gold
you can bill a long one for me
long sword wrapped in cabbage
came a long way from block lifts
to hear my raps in traffic
always out wearing these tracksuits
and now i'm all wrapped in paris
they thought i couldn't write this rap shit
left them man all in panic
left it too long to the point it vanished
i ain't gotta talk to my plug in no spanish
she's gonna say i'm all trash and that and your point's invalid
imma just sit with my feet up
she can bill a long one for me
long as it's all wrapped in cabbage
bruddas been sending for me
when it gets wrapped it's damaged
and i scraped off the passy
she can bill a long one for me
long as it's all wrapped in hashish
in the whip with a machine
what's that? feds? i'm doing a dasheen
now i'm on the ends just getting my cash in
brixton road and it's locked at four
410 crash gang doing a crashing
what's that? war? brudda i'm rolling
what's that? weed? no ciggy
no whipping i'll choke him
you can bill a long one for me
long sword wrapped in cabbage
came a long way from block lifts
to hear my raps in traffic
always out wearing these tracksuits
and now i'm all wrapped in paris
they thought i couldn't write this rap shit
left them man all in panic
left it too long to the point it vanished
i ain't gotta talk to my plug in no spanish
she's gonna say i'm all trash and that and your point's invalid
imma just sit with my feet up