50 Grand

50 Grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 Mil' for my house I think that I'm gonna be sick It seems like every MC is about Loves telling the poor they're rich Then he wonders why they're getting rolled On when he wanna try and walk round in the bits This is real life no thrills hype On a reals it feels like I've been impaled on a steel spike But still fight, for my girls and real guys In the real grind that write real rhymes It's the boy next door that kicked down doors And I'm back on an ill vibe (Alright) Twenty pounds on my weed Five pounds on my pint No swagger at all, just me And I bet I can draw your wife Comply with anything please I'm gutter, I'll do what I like I had a pipe dream in the grime scene Now I'm flying at withering heights 50 Grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 Mil' for my house Ten pounds for my cab Some cheap wine for this skank I'm streetwise, you ain't - fact I'll fleece guys, you're getting wrapped Outside of the East Side is where I'm at Where fiends lie and make traps For these sweet guys that flash But when it's beats time it ain't that (Alright) These times I'm in the lab with terms These guys are on a madness learn No peace signs, I'm gonna stab this verse Just to kill it, I'm able and willing Rep for the boys, the kids and the women Tryna get by in the times that we live in Tryna make a life and a living 50 Grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 Mil' for my house (That's not me) (Skepta) (Trust me) (Yeah, yeah) I never had it, made it, saved it Spent it, lost it, gave it To people who needed it more than me Guys in the ends getting shanked for the P More time I'm tryna show man the vision But it's like man are still too poor to see So I let man do their ting I ain't judging anybody, I don't wanna law degree You see the rap lifestyle, if you wanna live Celebrities and the worthless riches I ain't saying I don't want to make money But right now I'm tryna do the right tings with it If I eat food, eat food in my crew See me and Dev in a cinema near you And when I pull up to the premiere Don't ask why I ain't wearing a suit, you're tired 50 Grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 Mil' for my house --- 50 Grand - Skepta and Devlin