K Koke: No Favours ft. Potter Payper

I'm really from the block, had to get it how it go
Sitting at the top and I did it from the road
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours
The Rollie buss down, sitting in a drop
Rolling round uptown, living like a boss
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours

Coming from the bottom, there with the forgotten
From where it never blossoms, where the feds don't wear costumes
Where there's scarce rarely options, getting paper like Potter
Make it how you gotta, stakeouts, no lobster
Man made me turn monster, man changed and turned opera
Singing to a copper while I'm turning down the offer
I'm sitting in the wok house, porn mags and my nob out
How did this pussy cop out? How did my bros drop out?
I didn't break the code, I held my own and got the fuck out
And now I'm on the road, I'm getting dough until the sun down
I did it on my own, when I was broke, nobody come round
I would never tell a soul or even show someone my mum's house
Dumbed down, you man are clowns and I ain't with it
I'm running through these pounds, I'm making thousands by the minute
The Rollie buss down, I got the red rubies in it
Hold me up now, I think it's safe to say I did it
My blicky been busy, G-Unit like 50
I clocked sin city, now my cockpit pretty
The drop-top fi mi, lock, stock for my killy
Two packs, no biggie, I'm the man, no gimmicks
Master P, no limits, I really go get it
Find me where the bread is, I got cheese for my lettuce
Real G's get the message, we be where the best is
Mistakes and lessons, thank me for my blessings

I'm really from the block, had to get it how it go
Sitting at the top and I did it from the road
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours
The Rollie buss down, sitting in a drop
Rolling round uptown, living like a boss
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours

I got mud all on my knees, in the trenches on my own
When it never used to ring, I just had crackheads on my phone
I take it like I'm owed and I'm just reaping what I'm sowed
And this music money good, I'm in this Bentley, getting stoned
Bait, Leicester Square and I'm dressed to kill
I got two Glock-9's and they get pressed in pairs
And my youngers love stretching brehs
My nanny used to say extra prayers
So I'm too blessed to be stressed or depressed
Cah when my life was a mess, I couldn't see none of them
And everybody's your opp but you don't beef none of them
I'm a real trap boy and I squeeze for my friend
Hit the threes for my friend, closed V's for my friend
Loyalty ain't suttin you can teach to your friend
I put bleach on my knife, had to clean it again
And you bit the hand that fed you, I can't feed you again
Fam, you bit the hand that fed you, I can't feed you again
See, I'm all about reactions like Denz&Renz
I'm getting onto people's friends of friends
And finding out where people stay
I just hope it's out the ends cah then it's baby food
Bobby like it's '82, this RM strap's baby blue
Jailhouse days, deja vu, they ain't tryna say it true
Potter, all this paper's new
Shit, I'm tryna make it, not make the news
I ain't with the making do, back like cooked crack
I mean bobby on the foil, I'm running smooth

I'm really from the block, had to get it how it go
Sitting at the top and I did it from the road
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours
The Rollie buss down, sitting in a drop
Rolling round uptown, living like a boss
And I didn't need no favours
I really didn't need no favours