"Richest Killers Pt. 2" lyrics

I kept thinking, "do not tell him"
Shit mate, what am I going to do?

R.I.P to the great-a Queen Lizzie
Ought-a might-a drink my tea
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth
Might-a get-a T, S, G
Rapping on the UK beat
Ran away to seek my dreams
Sort-a like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother

Swerving coups like Diana
Her driver was a spanner (Mmm)
Talk back to me kid? You ain't got the manners (No)
Dressed tweed, fur coat, you ain't got the glamour (No)
Steady climbing up to the top, like a ladder (To the top)
MTSG, real rich killer (Yes)
Try approach me? (Nah)
I'mma pull the trigger
Maggie in the ground, good place for a sinner
But as for Brits' rap even she know I'm a winner
And I'm only getting bigger (Yes)
Five-course meal, spotted dick for my dinner (Mmm)
Money coming in, making bands like a vicar (Mmm)
Blew up past year, came back, six figures (What?)

R.I.P. to the great-a Queen Lizzie (Rest in peace)
Ought-a might-a drink my tea (Delicious)
Might-a get-a stained gold teeth (Huh?)
Might-a get-a T, S, G (Who?)
Rapping on the UK beat (What?)
Ran away to seek my dreams (What?)
Sort-a like a Prince Harry
But I don't like my mother