Winter

: Big Smoke, North face zipped up Man’s out here, bruv, (balaclava on, you get me?) ### [VERSE 1] Don’t chat to man if your garms ain’t peng Moncler puffer in the ends, it’s leng Hit the gym, biceps looking all hench Stacking bread, now my pocket bulge, no trench (Serious!) Come up was mad, posting in the block YN's move booky, opps wanna plot Down bad winter, man still never flop Ten toes in the slush, Nike kicks never rot Designer on me, out the store, no fakes Workout every day, dodge rats and jakes Come up out the gutter, cold nights, grey flats Crime scene talk, but no case, man’s back Designer on me, out the store, no fakes Workout every day, dodge rats and jakes Come up out the gutter, cold nights, grey flats Crime scene talk, but no case, man’s back Cartiers when I mash that work OT trips in the snow, still berserk Move silent, fam, got my chick on alert There’s snakes in the grass, see the dargs wanna lurk (I see you!) Bench press stress, every set for my block Trap phone blowing, but I PR nonstop Mumsy praying hard that man don’t get nicked Seen feds at the door, had to pattern up quick Pain in my past, had to graft, that’s a must Now it’s Gucci in the club and the ice on my chain Told the mandem it's patterned, man’s up in the game Designer on me, out the store, no fakes Workout every day, dodge rats and jakes Come up out the gutter, cold nights, grey flats Crime scene talk, but no case, man’s back (Big Smoke!) Big drip, big flex, man survived the cold From the curb to the cash, my story gets told CC's, winter, designer—man’s bold If the ends talk crime, it’s the life I sold (Yeah!) ---