How Many Mics

[Verse]
I be in the streets, think I care about a retweet?
Nah, G, I'm tryna stay above six feet
On the backstreet, I be chilling where the G's be
But your main squeeze talking bout she wanna squeeze me
Believe me, yeah, they love me in the streets
Right from Church Road to Cricklewood, all the way to East
Up in Birmingham and Nottingham they're calling me a beast
My niggas born again, they said I'm moving like a priest
Gheeze
Check the sneakers on my feet
Check the way that every word I say is sitting on the beat
Check the way that I came out of jail and made the game complete
I'm the one that bought the summertime before the heat
Little geeks, they can never chat to me
Look how dope my tape was, and I gave it out for free
You sold your CD, yeah, you made a couple G's
Anytime my niggas breathe, everybody has to freeze
You ain't seen my nigga Nines then you're blind
Niggas say they wanna join the team, tell 'em climb
Catch me chilling in the club, in the back like a spine
Dark-skinned ting called Divine, she was fine
Giving me a whine (Oh my) Oh my
But she was spilling all her wine
I was like "boy you ain't getting none of mine" cah this is champagne
There's levels to this shit, me and you are not the same
I'm only playing, yo, but fuck all that
I be out here tryna get some money where my duffle at
Anywhere I wanna be, the spot a nigga hustle at
Niggas see me with my dargs and they wonder where the muzzle at
Splash, tell your baby mother guzzle that
Mama used to ask me why am I always where the trouble at
I said "I've got a bit of dough, I'm tryna double that"
And triple that, and double that (Boom!), then double that