Mikolaj
(Chorus)
Mikolaj, my Polish guy
Giving me advice, but it ain’t that great
Man has to go inside at half 8
Man, on my own, alone, it’s quite late
So I hit ‘ring’, and dial my boy Rhys
Ask him, if he’s home
He says ‘I’m by Queensway
Where you at'
I say ‘calm, yeah, Rhys I’ll call you back’ and
I don’t call him back
‘Cause I don’t like going outside, sometimes
If I multiplied the fucks I give, by what cunts think
It would get me nothing, (zero)
Just bluffing, that’s a façade
Asked me if we’re fucking
That’s a red card
Play hard, and I’m working smart
Money ain’t come yet, but it ain’t that far

(Verse)
Yo, yo
I’m paving a way, for the guys like me
Who ain’t been on road, act politely
Yet still get caught, when they’re on their ones
I just stepped in, Silly’s just begun, but sounds like a veteran, next to Kettering, I’m in double-N-8
Juggling mates, with dreams, no favours
Whole team counting on me, need paper
Hate us, love it, keep the shit coming
Couple days later, faking beef, bluffing
Under the radar, making heat, stunning
All sound the same, they’re faking streams, bugging
2 v 1, I still take ‘em both on
Wouldn’t dare say the shit that I’ve spoke on
Couldn’t care mate, ‘ya hate, then bitch own up
Wouldn’t dare mate, ‘ya shit yourself, frozen
(Chorus)
Mikolaj, my Polish guy
Giving me advice, but it ain’t that great
Man has to go inside at half 8
Man, on my own, alone, it’s quite late
So I hit ‘ring’, and dial my boy Rhys
Ask him, if he’s home
He says ‘I’m by Queensway
Where you at'
I say ‘calm, yeah, Rhys I’ll call you back’ and
I don’t call him back
‘Cause I don’t like going outside, sometimes
If I multiplied the fucks I give, by what cunts think
It would get me nothing, (zero)
Just bluffing, that’s a façade
Asked me if we’re fucking
That’s a red card
Play hard, and I’m working smart
Money ain’t come yet, but it ain’t that far

(Instrumental)

(Outro)
That’s a red card
Play hard, and I’m working smart
Money ain’t come yet, but it ain’t that far