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[Verse 1: Black Josh]
Where the treasures hid is where we buried him
I weren't ever rich and still ain't begged for shit
I wanted to be that kid that the gyally digged
Turned into that kid that your gyally digged
In my 616 hoodie and I got those Bape pants that costed an arm and a leg so now that kid is Rayman
Running up the numbers like I'm Rain Man
Writing 616 with a spray can of fake tan
(?)to mink, Tatted my skin
Already scarred for life I feel like a mannequin
Got my mask on hiding my face away
Black trackies, the trainers the same as when I was selling dark to win
Ice on my neck but I hate the coke
I had to make it rain but what a waste of doe
Chilling phone ringing for an 8th of snow
The winter's coming
Game of Thrones
[Hook: Milkavelli & Black Josh]
Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks cause it might make me quicker
Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla
And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper
They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sicker
[Verse 2: Milkavelli]
Glass of vintage port by the Aga
Why you throwing up after four pints of lager?
I'm weighed down by these thoughts that I harbour
Import the weight at the port by the harbour
Goodbye, mi amor, sayonara
I hope we meet again when we're all trying harder
Gucci whites, hit a four; Brian Lara
Then pull up to your door in an all white Impala
Gotta get this paper, I was taught by my father
I'm in the store like a larder
I'm the plug, while you're stuck to the wall like a charger
Re-assess it later, thought foresight was after
Child prodigy, born firestarter
Stuck being stoned pull the sword like I'm Arthur
I'm on tour all aboard flying charter
I guess life's just a joke till we all die of laughter
[Hook: Milkavelli & Black Josh]
Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks cause it might make me quicker
Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla
And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper
They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sicker
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