Letra de 'IFTK (feat. La Roux)' de Tion Wayne

I'm goin' in for the kill
It's Tekky
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
WhyJay
And not let go of my—
Eh

You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9
No privilege, but I had a option
To never been stuck up on the block then
More money, more problems
We don't get along like Arsenal, Tottenham
Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them
Gyal from North London said I made it
Big Russian, must come in function
Still lick a rich man, haffa bruck it and aim it
Chop it and shave it, haters
Nearly had a 'strophe on my savings
I was popped, now, they can't face it
Chased it, chased it until I just madе it
Remember whеn I couldn't buy food?
Now, my gyal lookin' all smooth
Lambo truck on the move
Should've rolled out in a coupe

(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9
In my new end, the percentage of crime
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9
(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9
In my new end, the percentage of crime
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9

Prada always treat me and my set like Gianfranco Zola
In N9, see me, I'm like Pep G-Guardiola
Even on street, see me, was a soldier
Said he wanna be like me when he's older
All this crud that mi knees went weak
Man, I put all my weight in a Rover
You can never be like me, no
Made a quarter milly last week, shows
Of course, I gotta keep the right team, close
Why they wanna see me D-I-E?
In Hawaii, far from a beast
Run, everybody run from police
All these bruddas all talk in the streets, but they say they involved in the beef
Tom Ford suit, now, I'm feelin' all trendy
'Member when the wallet was empty?
Copped these boots, feel Edouard Mendy
Real black brother in Chelsea
No talk, I stay out field
I feel more hungry, makin' a meal
I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill
'Course I'm goin' in straight for the kill

(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9
In my new end, the percentage of crime
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9
(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9
In my new end, the percentage of crime
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9

Old times in the ends, we was just ridin' on them
I looked the judge in the eye, I just lie for my friend
I listen to these UK rappers, and they just lyin' again
On my block, I got bare haters, but I got fire for them
When we was young bruck fellas, everybody was breddas
It was cool till we made it then everybody got jealous
I didn't get a dime from the block
Whether you like it or not
Mh-mm, grrt, grrt, brap

I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thril
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my—
I'm goin' in for the kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my—
(Brap)