text: Cinderella Lyrics
  Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
  Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
  Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie
  Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street
  All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
  Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy
  I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me
  I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea
  Re-up on bits of both
  Feds try do me for conspiracy, how they talking leading role?
  Luckily I wear these gloves, I could never leave my prints on those
  Cant mix pleasure with business, Ive gotta leave this bitch on hold
  One day I can twin these rambos, next day me and Tugg twin these poles
  Lean out the ride tryna hold that steady, I aint gotta swing this pole
  Pigs want the Gs on 
  One day Im fresh home, next day Im chinging and skeng those goals
  Me and RV on the opp block, thats Dwight Yorke and Andrew Cole
  I told RV just slap it in reverse, been tryna put man on a t-shirt
  Tryna take mans blood home on this tonight cos finders keepers
  Ill wrap both hands round a 4s and spin it like DJ Grevious
  Re-up on loads, lose weight and still aint gone down to a medium
  They ask how I aint got more previous, must be a genius
  Skeng blow like balloons on helium, the whole gang far from lenient
  Went from auto spinners and leaners, to servery workers and cleaners
  Thats gum from heaters, to using pipes as heaters
  Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
  Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
  Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie
  Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street
  All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
  Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy
  I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me
  I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for Chelsea
  Came outta jail, got me a shank and a sim card
  Score points on the opps, then I just dab like I’m Lingard
  Had no beans on my canteen sheet, now I eat steak and lobster
  Just red up on budge, and bro did a yay like Drogba
  Put 6 in your back like Pogba
  Real life shit no soccer
  Jump out do man proper
  Stainless steel for the rambo, but you know that the shells are copper
  Wave sticks like Harry Potter
  Drive through Wood Green with the Big Mac and I go BK for a whopper
  Got a Lyca sim in my Nokia, and I make sure the batterys full
  My plug just gave me a brick, he already knows that its manageable
  I used to wipe dust off of scales, this time round Im bagging it all
  You was selling sweets in the playground, and I had draws I was trapping in school
  Rule number 1, fiends dont come to the crib
  Tell em just wait where you are, or meet me under the bridge
  I do the trap ting properly, I shot white and I shot b
  Moving all of this weight, I had to tell my worker to spot me
  Little bro lost a boot, Cinderella
  Lifestyle’s like a movie, no Interstellar
  Anytime I get that drop, I be posted up like a selfie
  Me and Headz like Freddie and Jason and we treat the opp block like Elm Street
  All of this work in the T, I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy
  Hit the opp block and apply that pressure, I ran man down I’m healthy
  I got faith my ting won’t jam, this .44 long won’t fail me
  I put 6 in your back like Koscielny, I’m a Hazard like I play for ChelseaEmbed