Beggars & Choosers

I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
 that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till they're stuck down the
Block watching time ticking
I put my little girl up as my display pic
I know it seems like forever
But these years go quick
See one minute they love you
Then the next minute they hate you
It's cah they never really loved you
I’m in this BMW M3
Known drug dealer, I've got W and B
And I make the trap look trendy
This twenty-two inch, it ain't bendy
Dip him like my brudda Renzy
Feeling like I done turned the
Whole world against me
And nobody gets me but they
All say they got me
They see me with nuttin and
They still wanna rob me
Wouldn't put it past me but
You wouldn't wanna cross me
You used to be at blue courts
Headers and volleys then you grow up
Sell drugs and can't speak on the bodies
I don't do bops but I'll
Buss tots with the vossies
And these kids gonna buss it
Like mad dog Johnny
Still Curtis Warren Cocky
Rolling with a pound in my bag like a trolley
And I hate man that always wanna tell stories
I can’t really tell when
These girls ignore me
I was on the yard in my AJ tracksuit
And on Tyson, I done him like Fury
Tyson, I done him like -
When I was on yard in my AJ tracksuit
On Tyson, I done him like Fury
My young G’s got me, I don't tell ’em
They roll with nines and
Thirty-eights and throw elevens
We move music as a form of expression
On the run from this constant depression
God knows why I never learned my lesson
Squad goals, on my ones with my Wesson

And we ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
I said we ain't tryna
Be choosers and beggars
Nah we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
We ain’t tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
I said we ain't tryna
Be choosers and beggars
Nah man we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
We ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we'd rather be gangsters and rappers

Now this could be us if you play your part
Blades in my toothbrush
Yeah I'm razor sharp
Yeah you know I pull strings
But I don't play guitars
Remember when I fucking got my
First eighth of dark see I just knew then I
Was gonna break some hearts
If I'm honest then I really
Couldn't rate you darg
Cah you huff and you puff
But never raise your arms
He was happy that he only
Got stained for half
He said he was gonna ride but
Had a change of heart
Trapped in the bando till they raid the yard
I was locked up for years
I mean years on years
But I'm a crook, I'll still take the chance
I'm a big man but I'd
Still shave your clart
Never hate a struggle, that's substance
Always stay strapped at the functions
Girl never give your heart to a buster
Mandem you should already know
You can't trust her
Who the fuck the kids got to look up to?
When man snitch and they still act gangster
I just smoke till I'm Kung Fu Panda
I told Nanny that I'm really
Gonna change my ways
Gave her ten from the can, no more rainy days
I was a little white boy with a baby face
Tryna soak suttin down, like eighty ways
Olders sent me OT for like eighty days
And I don't think I even made eighty pound
Same man get gassed when they play me now
They said I would've got a twelve
If I take it trial
But even in the Crown Court
They couldn't break my smile
I know I'm gonna make it
It just takes a while
I know I'm gonna make it
It just takes a while

We ain't tryna be choosers and beggars
Nah we'd rather be gangsters and rappers
I said we ain't tryna
Be choosers and beggars
Nah man we'd rather be gangsters and rappers