PROLIFIC DEAMONS - Babyfather

Yeah, gunshot on this one, gunshot

Yeah, hold tight all my G’s making P’s legit, yeah?

I see you

Yeah top this man

Even if you’re in your office

Like, top it, you get me?

Make sure your boss knows, innit?

That obviously you came up, but used to be from the fuckin' roads

Used to be from the fuckin' streets

So let 'em know that you’re in a

tie, and a suit and shoes and that, yeah?

Little shiny shoes but you’re from the fucking roads

Make man know that your thing, innit

Ay, secretly ask your boss what it costs to employ a real G, innit

'Cause I ain’t even making no P’s from the music ting yet

That’s how you need to feel right now, yeah?

If you can feel it, send me a signal, yeah?

Hey, who’s that?

—fuck that man

Yeah, the studio’s mad smoky

Mad smoke in the studio

I think I said that right, still, but

Obviously if it bounce back then you know it’s not the right one innit

Yeah, next one’s a exclusive

Yeah man, too much of a war ting going on right now, innit

Obviously you gotta, like,

deal with man on-sight when you see 'em, innit

But I understand like man’s tryna make P’s

You’re tryna put on a little night, little party

Little suges and that

And then man are coming in with bottles and that

Bashing chairs about

You’re gonna fuck up the ting, you get me?

Just, like, wait 'til you get outside, yeah?

Like, even furthermore, like, link man on another thing, innit

Like, this is a party

Man’s tryna make P’s, yeah?

Tryna get a little dance, a little wild with a girl and that

And you’re all fighting, throwing chairs and that

It’s not really the one, you get me

So obviously just cool it, you get me

That’s cool, na?

Seen?