Prey - Avelino

Last year man spent more dough than I made

If you knew what I made

Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid

Mayfair with a ting in the Range

She’s from the hood overseas and man’s from a similar place

Where they got rid of my mates

Worn out, still ain’t got rid of that trauma

Ever seen a sawed-off?

Streets get hotter than sauna

Could’ve been a church, you coulda been a baller

Yeah, they took shots at me

Shottin' really turned me into a shot-caller

Tryna get rid of the quarter

Last year I really done a quarter-mil

Should’ve felt awful after but I did it all for the thrill

Never had a bill, let me sort that bill

All of that guilt, bro’s guilty and he lost the appeal

Shit, my whole circle’s in the box that I’m riding 'round

German whip might pull up in China town

American tings, I’m flyin' them out

Next belly I’m hitting, I’m buying a house

Why?

Cah last year man spent more dough than I made

If you knew what I made

Went and got a yard in the sticks with a maid

I’m in the band' with a ting in the Wraith

She said her family’s rich and I couldn’t relate

I was in the hood with my mates

Grew up in broken homes with bastards

Yeah, put them on blast and they might just blast it

Getting rid of class-A, we ain’t doing no masters

Look what we own, never had goals but the mandem were targets

Remember when man licked shots by the football cage

Now I’m in the yard with Lingard 'round all my football mates

Went long, coulda took more pain

See man rather have food and cook more 'caine

Yeah, had a lot on my plate, now the mandem are eating

I ain’t going on dates, new tour dates cah the gyaldem fienin'

STK on a Saturday evening

I know I’m famous, stainless kettle and I might just freeze it

Gotta get diamonds with all this pressure cah we AVS1

Been down for my whole life, man are upset when the next man gets up

Sleep when you’re dead, don’t tell me I’m slept on

Had to invest in myself, don’t need an investor

Nah, but last year man spent more dough than I made

If you knew what I made

Got a yard in the sticks with a maid

I’m in the ends with a ting and her mates

Lookin' at yutes on the block like man’s from a similar place

Yeah, yeah-yeah

From the gutter to glory, bitch