Shopping

Running, running n alley shotting, 

Got a fiend on ur back it's one stop shopping.

Want some food I'll deliver to you,

Send me your postcode I'll be there in 2.

You want some dark, your bird looks smooth,

Have some free white I'll be her 2nd best friend soon.

I got money n rings n blowers n ching,

And an anal cavity that can stash an ounce of ting.

Another 6 o'clock knock n the front doors a flop,

But if they don't find suss I aint goin to their shop.

I got a webcam front door with an eagles eye,

A screen on the wall, that cops always ask why?

Coz tenancy is a loose term to me,

Get thrown from one I'll be a cuckoo in three.

Offer them some white n watch em suck that pipe,

Make em shot 4 me as I play Xbox all night.

Counting the notes as I hold my shank close,

Never know whose going 2 steam the pad n try 2 break my nose.

It's a life full of dealing death out cheap for bank,

N I tell myself I've been forced 2 this coz my life's been wank.

You can all get together to gloat, shout, drill n accuse,

But I'd like to see u try to do 925 after a life of social abuse.

So just read ur Daily Mail n keep giving ur kids pocket money,

Coz it's the rich white flush who always come shopping to me.

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