Ollie Ollie Ollie
Tip cans, free man
No chains on my body
Brain full of fake names
Chase off a Bobby
Followed by a dark cloud, rain on my brolly
Nose all runny
Ma got Rennie?
Tryna flip a quid from a couple red pennies
Used to want enough to fill my belly
Now I want to fill a five star plate
Entrés and the cheese real shmelly

why so friendly?
I don’t know ya
Why ya looking at me like my feet’s on your sofa
I don’t wanna have to hit ya with the cold shoulder
People’s elbow
Ro-sham-bo ya
Never been tall, scrap like a child soldier
Tantrum, throw a tampon at my olders
Elders, Idris Elba co-star
Buddy cop flick with my face on the poster?
Fuck a household name
Face on the tele
Done being common, want respect and some benji’s
I’m like Joe Peschi, with a skin routine
And a sheet that’s clean
Never been caught, siphon the wealth from the gentry
Used to hit the back door when there’s no entry
Fuck a dress code man I can’t afford Fendi
Rock my own clothes man I’m tryna cop a Bentley

Cop on the corner
Tryna cop a selfie, stealth mode
Makin money hand over fist
Think I’ll do a runner from the country?
Tempt me, tax man tryna slap shackles on my wrist
Fuck a record label lemme sign with Elvive
Account man in the books doing back flips
Revenue knockin on the door with the heavies
Busy tryna get my little arse sun kissed like

Whoop, whoop, whoop

Ollie Ollie Ollie
Tip cans, free man,
No chains on my body
Brain full of fake names
Chase off a Bobby
Followed by a dark cloud, rain on my brolly
Nose all runny
Ma got Rennie?
Tryna flip a quid from a couple red pennies
Used to want enough to fill my belly
Now I want to fill a five star plate
Entrés and the cheese real shmelly

(yeah that cheese real shmelly,
but it’s fillin up my belly
man I’m tryna get rich with the pelle)

Can’t afford the rent where my ma done raised me
In the box room till the box push daisies
Buddies lookin at me like “he coulda been something”?
Fuck that, wanna be the one they hate cus I made it
Remember when I used hate the placed that I lived in?
Felt like a caged bird, cooped up pigeon
Tried jump ship, came back
Too chicken
Hopped out the big smoke, back to the skillet
Funny how shit change and it still aint different?
Getting head kicked on the school run home
Remember when I first learned God was the villain?
Well he took my da and stopped pickin up the phone
Little problem child, head fulla old fillings
Give the kid a Yop,
Stop um cryin for his pops
Always had to make fill a void
Always had to make noise
Always hid from them boys till I heard them screaming like

Whoop, whoop, whoop

Ollie Ollie Ollie
Tip cans, free man,
No chains on my body
Brain full of fake names
Chase off a Bobby
Followed by a dark cloud, rain on my brolly
Nose all runny
Ma got Rennie?
Tryna flip a quid from a couple red Penneys
Used to want enough to fill my belly
Now I want to fill a five star plate
Entrés and the cheese real shmelly