Insurance - Wretch 32

Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring

All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous

Insurance, says she wants insurance

So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious

You asked for an apology

I done it and I was pissed that I give it you

Nigga too proud, I don’t even like questions in interviews

Turning stone cold, you be taking my affection for minerals

Them little niggas try ride out, all they gon' be left with is inner tubes

When I energise I’m a double A

Nearly took a life got a NFA

Look into my eyes, I’m a runaway

Say if I’m in the field then I wanna stay

You don’t even know what it takes

Hanging on the Guy Fawkes estate

My little nigga showed me two nines

Said he bought them both for one eight

Bang bang bang at your Landrover

I don’t know, call that a gun range

Bang bang bang, you’re in theatre

I don’t know, call that «gun play»

I grew up around lions, you grew up around liars

To identify my ones, tiger scratches in line ups

Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring

All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous

Insurance, says she wants insurance

So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious

Say it, pray it, say it, pray it, for me

Ill figure, while I wear Tommy

Spending time tryna work on me

Turn me off when you turn on me

Made a killing bought our first zombie

Had to tell my mum you weren’t dodgy

She was like «he don’t seem right»

I was like «we are work colleagues»

Into gear now it’s tiptronic

Four wings right below the bonnet

Running through the rings, I think I’m Sonic

You can see the pinky, fuck a promise

I don’t see the point in being modest

I ain’t saving for a rainy day

If it rains, better for the forest

All these crops are just a sail away

I done shit, broke the work down

A kilo, that’s a workout

The reload, hope it works out

I was unemployed, handing work out

I done shit, broke the work down

A kilo, that’s a workout

The reload, hope it works out

I was unemployed, handing work out

Bro’s gone back on remand but I’m back on public demand, touring

All these tricks up my sleeve, 40 racks up my arm, gorgeous

Insurance, says she wants insurance

So I told her that I’m worth more dead now I gotta be cautious