Hook:
Made a return affi dust off the pad again,
Cif it, cillit bang,
Leave it all dazzling,
And I'm focused my brudda,
Stay patterning,
See my work and my life all balancing;
Every move gonna make it count,
Digit? Flip it, cash,
Count like an abacus,
What you got in store ain't got nutten on my cabinet,
Fuck all them amateurs.
x2

Verse 1:
I'm a man of my faith,
I say a prayer every day,
But my thoughts stay sketched like stencil,
Gimme the flicky man sharpen that pencil,
And I flip the whole food, got grains, lentils,
So I stick to my roots like a molar,
I'll never be toothless,
Oh you, thought I ain't on dental, you,
Probably thought my ting was gentle, but;
The Lord knows that I'm tryna redeem,
With the hope some luck can fall in my palms,
Mother said take time and then go read the psalms,
And I plan to, but now its a little bit long,
On crud cool bro then I'm calling your bluff,
Ganged up with your squad, but I'm sure it's a front,
We can all get a mill(ion), if God's willing enough,
Bold statements, trust me I'm talking up.

Hook:
Made a return affi dust off the pad again,
Cif it, cillit bang,
Leave it all dazzling,
And I'm focused my brudda,
Stay patterning,
See my work and my life all balancing;
Every move gonna make it count,
Digit? Flip it, cash,
Count like an abacus,
What you got in store ain't got nutten on my cabinet,
Fuck all them amateurs.
x2

Verse:
I ain't in a get-along gang,
No,
Do this ting on my so-lo's,
Oh my,
Who's back with a reload,
Can't run out of bars,
That's am-mo,
Manna stay calm and collected,
Still buss a quick move,
Straight cash empty the till,
Count that like an abacus, real,
Niggas like me always footing the bill,
If it's on then it's on my darg,
Kayes got the gas like it's shell my darg,
Lemme shell my darg,
Six feet my darg,
Opps them gonna need a body bag my darg,
I'm on job my darg,
Free lunch my darg,
Swear down I was pressed when I read my psalms,
I don't need no arms,
Give an MC leng,
Who's on what,
I tell 'em where and when.

Verse 3:
Tall, built and brownin',
You don't wanna get dumped in Kentish Town-in,
Leave a man frowning,
Leave a man downing (cap),
You dont wanna ramp,
Them man are all clowning,
How many man got a Garnet pounding,
Need an abacus for my counting,
When I get mad man run-up in housing;
Take time like a stroller,
Pattern road roller,
Hard back African,
No Angola,
Power like solar,
Mic controller,
Necksin your girlfriend's neck like a shoulder,
Touch my pees,
Bend man like a folder,
Kentish Town,
Nobody colder,
Not from Barnet town,
I am your Uncle's older.

Hook:
Made a return affi dust off the pad again,
Cif it, cillit bang,
Leave it all dazzling,
And I'm focused my brudda,
Stay patterning,
See my work and my life all balancing;
Every move gonna make it count,
Digit? Flip it, cash,
Count like an abacus,
What you got in store ain't got nutten on my cabinet,
Fuck all them amateurs.
x2