Check Da Paper

I've never once seen a bando where the radiator works
It's either portable heaters or my hands in my shirt
I'm in the car window hitting, never standing on the curb
I'm backwards, probably hit a sale before I hand in my verse
Pressure piling up, I need money for investments
I'm not rich yet, probably why I'm always restless
Can't sleep knowing that I'm missing all these extras
Now it's different clientele
I'm hitting rappers with the testers like let me know
Still got a phone that beats smallsy, you can get it whole
I'm the reason that you got that Cali but you would never know
That it's me, Mr Big Lagga behind the telephone
Now I'm doing shows in same zones I used to pebble stone

Swear since my 16th birthday, I was never home
I know the fans wanna hear me go back to my kicker flow
But sometimes you gotta slow it down and just let em' know
That there's been a hand full of times I had to let it go
Or me, M and Jam making bread off one pebble phone
Think we all did, don't believe? Ask my breddah' Chrome
Heading off the A5, 100, bout to enter Stoke
B got caught on TV, they tried to send him home
They tried to send him home to Jamaica
My nigga said "How you get the GP with the laser?"
Me and the Oz. bring a nail and a shaver
Got killed playing footie, oh no, check the paper
Go on Heathfield road and ask the kitties about flavour
Can tell you that it's certi, from Paddy to McKayla

Earl cut the baby, it's away in a manger
Flick knife in fashion week just meet him and chase ya
Active, it's twenty past six and I'm still grafting
I heard he was out of bounds so big cuzzy' slapped him
Punched up a nigga last week, man I wished I stabbed him
But I just wrapped him, never had my shank ting
Had that pussy skanking like he was ballet dancing
He wasn't sturdy like New York dancing
Still love the black gyal cah' they bring the waps in