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I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m on this boasy ting, you can’t stop me

She wants the bone cause I’m cocky

She told me that shit turns her on

So I beat the pussy up rocky

Now she telling everybody

She the brown sugar to my coffee

That’s only cuh she seen me with a stack

Last week, she didn’t wanna touch me

Now she wants to chill and get comfy

Told her «fuck me, feed me, don’t love me»

I’ve got 5, 4, 3, 2 gyal on my line

Never said you’re the one, don’t watch me

Three bags on my wrist

Two bags in my pocket

Now that’s what you call having a bubble

Look, pop me

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m not rich enough to buy yards

But I’m calm enough to get by

If you’re old enough to talk crud

Then you’re not young enough to get

I’m too slim for all of that gym stuff

But I’m big enough to rep mine

I’m too cool for all of this hood shit

But I’m good enough to get signed, right?

Gone through all of this madness

But I’m young enough to get mad

Man keep talking all of that badness

I’ll be jumping out of that cab

Yeah

I’ll be jumping out with that shh

I’ll be jumping out with my Gs

Then man will be spazzing out like I’m frass

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I see them vultures watching man on

I’m at the bar, I’m spending on bags

When I’m on the road, I’m rolling in cabs

From New Cross to Brixton picking up bags

JB live and Dem Two

Up in Westfield popping off tags

And I’ve got a big for them sideman

Cuh I see them moving like crabs

Bruv, I’m certified in my bits

Young enough to rave hard

But old enough to send couple young Gs

To run up all in your yard

See, I ain’t on the long talkage

Can’t catch me out like a cheater

Anyway, I’m out, ring off the ting in your ear

Like BlackBerry speakers, cause I’m

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

Me, I’m old enough to know better

But I’m young enough to be reckless

I be taking pics with my boo

Not my wifey, talking my necklace

of my crow

Then we’ll knock you out, I’ve got heathers

I’ll be in the hood, I be down and rough

Got cold, my herbal come with an essence

Who? Me? C-A-D?

Nigga better have my song on repeat

I’m original and I’m me

Like I’m tryna press on retweet

This ain’t

So there ain’t no way you’re stepping on me

I was on her man, she gave me brain

See baby, why you stressing on me?

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta

I’m old enough to know better

But young enough to be reckless

These birds telling me I’m fly as fuck

But I ain’t covered in feathers

I’m a natural born hustler

£50 notes in a cluster

Look, I can sell fire in hell

Fuck it, I can sell pork to a rasta