You Know How We Do
(Verse 1 - Datkid)

I step foot in Bris nitty city, stay smelling the air
Different yard, different bits same predators there
Same attitude, forever prepared rocking my game face
In the same place where I developed a stare
You know how I do, stay tight like leggings
Still I get Spacey like Kevin
Making my presence, known
Got you lazy guys sweating
Cause you won't last long like the paper i'm getting
I got enough friends man I ain't the guy begging
Pocket full of drugs but i ain't the guy selling
I'm in the back getting mind fucked
By some lines the size of a cucumber sliced up
And my whole crews jamming too
Poor voddy in my can of brew
Weed stinks, nappy juice
My fingers never had a use
Before I started rapping and strapping zoots
Wait that's a lie it ain't the truth
(Verse 2 - Res One)

This is how I do, still living it up with no money
Still giving a fuck but still scummy
I'm still hungry, still feel comfortably ill
To me to feel sipping something distilled to feel stunny
See it's the same shit, different day same fix
The old 10 bag and a playlist, or paint tins
Rattling bags on a day shift, staying quick
Game flicks and D Park
Or, i'll hit a trip and get deep like Jacques Piccard
You'll find me where the three heats
Same bucket hat same cheeky three B charm
Like I need these narms
I'll nick your burger if it's easy star
Fuck a greasy bar la, i'm at the yard straight chilling
Lounged out billing, baton sized eye finics
Times slipping, like these rappers are off beat
My whole familiar's on top of the crop fleet