C'est La Vie (Interlude)

I grab a drink then sit with the boys
I bang the FIFA, get the food then bounce
I told shay, "Just roll up the reefer"

"Grab the speaker, get the zoots by ounce"
Swear the tracks so loud, grab your tickets
Get the tour sold out
I put ten bags up on the table

Fuck the label, got the COD loadout
And my bro walks round with the stainless
Swear he's brainless, we'll get recalled in
I swear the opps all talk out their anus

Think they're famous, they ain't held no things
Still say hi to the fiends
I think he's dreaming, hope he ain't OD'd
All the girls that say that I'm rude

I'm sorry baby it's your friend I pree'd
And I still take your pack then breathe
Your girl she tried it, had to pack then leave
G, I still get lit on the mains

I take the train or get the Addison Lee
Shit, I got tings on me
I told her darling have the drinks for free
And I still rap tight on a beat

I beat this girl her name was Melody
I was ridin' 'round, blue lights on us, had to swerve that car
And I still get views online
Shit it's about time I had to use them bars

Got this one girl turning me crazy
Guess I'm lazy but this shit gets hard
Like, from these pubs I'm barred
I guess c'est la vie my darg

C'est la vie my darg
My bro's itching to squeeze my darg
G, I know that this life gets crazy
So we're looking to free my dargs
C'est la vie my darg
My bro's itching to squeeze my darg
G, I know that this life gets crazy
So we're looking to free my dargs

(C'est la vie my darg, ayy)
(Look at the screen my darg)
(C'est la vie my darg, ayy)