Yo, that's that yay, blud
That's that fucking crack
This that Kanye West shit blud, turn you crazy
Yeah!
Nothing great about fucking Britain
Futuristic platinum five times bitch!

Crack dealer
Phone passed around like ambika
Shotgun shells turn your face pizza
Never shot guns, just a drug dealer (hah)
Just a drug dealer
Got once and they see drug dealer
Nothing to say but drug dealer
You're mediocre like Kate and Peter

When I show you up
Fisticuffs, sell you short
Pump you full of Mountain Dew 'till your lungs go pop and your skin turns blue
Impossible, kill an obstacle and make it possible 'cause it's what I do
Teacher said, "What you gonna be when you're older?"
Drug dealer, what else can I do?
Businessman, out on business, man
Minding my business, got business plans
Your foundation's been built on sand
Sinking sand, now you're sinking man
Your chick, she was linking man
Before she linked you she had tings in hand
Call her your princess, man but her only interest is linking man
I don't care what you think of man, sold crack for a living
Just how I'm living
'Cause she sweat it then I don't make a difference
I'm OT safe, you don't know me, safe
Nothing great about Britain, is and it isn't
Rockport jeans, patterned memories
Same situation the boy was given (yeah the boy was given)

Crack dealer
Phone passed around like ambika
Shotgun shells turn your face pizza
Never shot guns, just a drug dealer (hah)
Just a drug dealer
Got one song, it's called "Drug Dealer"
Nothing to say but drug dealer
You're mediocre like Kate and Peter
Crack dealer
Phone passed around like ambika
Shotgun shells turn your face pizza
Never shot guns, just a drug dealer (hah)
Just a drug dealer
Got one song, it's called "Drug Dealer"
Nothing to say but drug dealer
You're mediocre like Kate and Peter

Flying saucers turned cocaine
Battered fish to oysters all upgrade
Council housed and violent what we gonna do today?
I was running from in trident 'cause it's always the same
Didn't do nothing, always get the blame
Lower class but my class is so fucking flames
Angry? Nah, I can't contain
Fucking punched the wall 'til my fucking knuckles break
Feel don 'cause I'm feeling pain
Travelled the country, hundreds of trains
Hundreds of lanes, hundreds of lanes
Hundreds of people that all act the same
Think to myself, "Something's gotta change"
Think to myself, "Something's gotta change"
Think to myself, "Some things can't change"
Think to myself, "Something's gotta change"
Think to myself, "Something's gotta budge"
Think to myself, "Something's gotta go"
Trust in slow he's the chosen one
Think to myself, "Something's gotta go"
Think to myself, "Some things can't change"
Think to myself, "Something's gotta change"
Think to my, ah

Hahahaha, fuck it! (Slowthai man)
Give a fuck about the last fucking chorus
We're gonna make a difference in this shit man
Seriously man, this your future self talking man

Crack dealer
Phone passed around like ambika
Shotgun shells turn your face pizza
Never shot guns, just a drug dealer (hah)
Just a drug dealer
Got one song, it's called "Drug Dealer"
Nothing to say but drug dealer
You're mediocre like Kate and Peter

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Writer(s): Jordan Day Reid, Kwesi Obiri Darko, Tyron Kaymone Frampton