Pokovsky - No L's Lyrics

Rather be a gangster banker than a gangster rapper
Flip the base rate Pokes will do it extra dapper
Make that dirty money in a cleanly manner
There's no time wasting
There's not pitter patter
Treat the client like a filthy slapper
Don't want to do business
Ahh mate let's save the chitter chatter

You could find me dressed for work
Like I'm off to church
Shirt and tie
9 to 5
We're just try'na splurge
Take your time brother watch your words
Can't find a broke nigga licking shots off the curb
I know it sounds absurd though
I rather work within the law
So I could f*ck it up from the inside
In my 3 piece suit navy blue pin-stripe
Catching flights to avoid the winter and
Wire the dough to Panama or Switzerland
'Cause it's all f*cked up in England
No lies just want to make millions
But it's either play it by the rules
Or look for the loopholes
Or break them and end up with a cellmate sharing loo-roll

Methodic
Methodic in this chaos
Melodic piece of chaos
Profit looking for the payoff
They're telling me to lay off
But you can't stop what's in motion bitch
Pokes is way off
And your just way-off
Won't hesitate to swing if piss Mazzy P Sam Eji or Ré off
No chat
Don't slack
Only Facts
No day off

No day off
I said no day off
We don't take no days and no L's bro

No L's no L's
No L's no L's
No L's no L's
No L's
We don't take No L's no L's
We don't take No L's
We don't take No L's no L's
No L's
No L's

Now break it down
Yeah now break it down
Yeah yeah yeah now break it down
Yeah yeah yeah now break it down
No L's
No shit business
No shit business
No L's no L's only W's my friend

Burnt bridges weren't nice
Literally cut ties
I cut my work tie
Told the corporates bye
Before they left me high and dry
Before I turned to a nigga that I despise
Still on that crusade
Still on that crusade
Still star-gaze
Still music-make
Don't play yourself like an arcade
Try'na torch my name
I just take aim
Brother click clack
Listen to the kick-back
Got that flow that will push your wig back
It's that sawn-off flow
Maybe I should warn a bro
This is not a bloody movie
Still moving cold
No HR in rap so anything goes
Man can cat this flow
Your just a cheap imitation bro
That can't do Poko
So let's snuff him
His time is tick-tocking
Let's get his heart stopping
Let's stomp him
Kick him till he stops coughing
Then dump him in a coffin
See me at his wake bopping
Milly rocking
Kidding
Rather be sitting on dough like a pizza topping
Besides beef is a bleak topic
It won't help line mans pocket
So just stop it
Methodic
The feelings I show is microscopic
You can't hurt what you can't see it's atomic
My hustle unbreakable you can't knock it
Crack music the holy narcotic
Whip it in my room then I go and flog it
Make a nigga go all rhapsodic
From all climates from the alps to the tropics
Pokovsky's got it

I got it
I got it
I said I got it bruv
I got it I got it
It's mine it's mine it's mine

No L's no L's
No L's
No L's no L's
No L's
We don't take No L's no L's
No L's
No L's no L's
No L's