Yeah. It's lowkey.
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For all my people that wanna make a million pound. yeah
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A million
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Blud trust me, this time next year.
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We will be millionaires
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There's a million ways to make a million chips
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Just ask william gates or william smith
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Does the Freshest Prince to the thrown, really exist?
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The king's filling the Kingdom with silliness and hate
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Listen mate, let me illustrate this rap shit is here to stay
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Still many imitate, you couldn't take me out
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With a chopper and army missiles
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I see myself as a shopper at Harvey Nichols
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With lots of dough but not from chatting to garage
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Just to pop across the road and buy a jacket from Harrods
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Too many MCs and rappers are average
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I'm one in a mill, blessed with nothing but skill
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I'm talkin' doe, like homer simpson picture me
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Rolling in a chauffeur driven limousine
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Owning boats from the coast of Britain to the Philippines
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In a versacci suit only stopped to strap a huge bob marley zoo
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Rum made by malibu, plus bacardi too
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Still the type to rock shows still with microsoft doe
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Surfed the net and invest in stocks
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With enough money and power to arrest all the bent feds and cops
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So when I walk in stores and try shit on
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They never mention cost
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No one said London city was fair
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I aim to be a fuckin millionaire
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Fuck these idiot brehs
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I aim to start companies and employ my peoples
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Satan can't fuck with me I'm here to destroy the evils
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Fire arms, crack and poison needles
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And the street's unthinkable tortures
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Don't spit a bar, relaxin' at home cinema
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Sippin mineral water, money stacks counting and analyzing
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But the fact is right now I'm fantasizing
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A Million And One
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Lowkey |