Chalice - Ard Adz, Ay Em

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

Bagged it, left them man all in panic

Oh shit tragic

Left it too long to the point it vanished

If need a new one, new one, 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, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice

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

Brudda don’t trust me

Come a long way from country

Selling man’s soul for a Z, that’s fuckery

I like big batty gyally and busty

Brudda don’t trust me

Selling man box of the crow, that’s dusty

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

Bagged it, left them man all in panic

Oh shit tragic

Left it too long to the point it vanished

If need a new one, new one, 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, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice

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

Slide in a stolen Astra

And I scraped off the passy

She can bill a long one for me

Long as it’s all wrapped in hashish

Doing a madness

Astaghfirullah, in the whip with a machine

On my way to the masjid

What’s that? Feds? I’m doing a dasheen

Speeding with passion

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

Likkle man know this

Pass them T, I fling it and load it

What’s that? War? Brudda I’m rolling

What’s that? Weed? No ciggy, I’ll roll it

Pass my lighter, brudda I’ll smoke it

Man are just fake, I’ll never condone it

Fuck that yute, no whipping I’ll choke him

Hold him, pull it out, fold 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

Bagged it, left them man all in panic

Oh shit tragic

Left it too long to the point it vanished

If need a new one, new one, 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, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice