South London

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If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense I'm out for the pound, not pence South of Thames, there ain't no camping But trust me, it can get intense We all got battles So I choose 'em wisely It's unlikely that I'm gonna take this lightly I swear, man, these ppl ain't like me I'm really a sprinter I'm on track when I'm on track I ain't really even gotta watch my back 'Cause there's no more space for a Knife attack Sit down, smoke weed, write rhymes Unpack Then I stack my stack Made all these tracks from a bookey Logic I cracked off a stolen Mac I do more with less—it's called finesse It's no mystery My name ain't Victor But the Victoria Model next to me is a Victory The way that I'm running up laps In her head, I'm surprised I ain't done caught injury My suit well-tailored, move Swiftly South of the Thames gets risky Carhartt cargos with a Cold Culture Tee I'm a cultured G Put all this ice on my wrist Now I ain't got space for my heart on sleeve Rolling 'round with a ten For you she a tease For me, she padding up her knees Put short-term wants and desires Underneath long-term needs Mix, Master, Engineer, Write rhyme and Director Man I must be a maestro Most of my ppl are either playing or They pushing the keys like Kairo Having dreams of killing ppl off Shit, I might be psycho No heart, unless I wear Chrome Heart If I said I love you Issa Typo If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense I'm out for the pound, not pence South of Thames, there ain't no camping But trust me, it can get intense We all got battles So I choose 'em wisely It's unlikely that I'm gonna take this lightly I swear, man, these ppl ain't like me I'm really a sprinter I'm on track when I'm on track I ain't really even gotta watch my back 'Cause there's no more space for a Knife attack Sit down, smoke weed, write rhymes Unpack Then I stack my stack Made all these tracks from a bookey Logic I cracked off a stolen Mac