Foreign Land

Intro

Check.

Yeah.

From the West End to the A.

Worldwide.

Verse

I’m in the back of the blacked-out whip, no keys

Just a push of a button, we breeze

I was broke, now I’m overseas

Talking ‘bout "Please", nah, we take what we need

Step in the spot, and I’m smelling like Creed

Look at the wrist, it’s a frozen sea

I don't need a stylist, I do it with ease

LDN to the world, I’m the one they see.

Chorus

We move in silence, we don't need the hype

Gold on the neck, and the diamonds are white

Switching the lanes, yeah we doing it right

From the morning sun to the dead of the night

Yeah, we going global, we taking the flight

Yeah, we going global, we taking the flight.

Verse

I’m really the one that they talk about

I put the city on, no doubt

I’m counting the millions, I’m clearing the route

I came from the mud, I know what it’s about

Brand new Ferrari, I’m pulling it out

Diamonds they dancing, they jump out my mouth

I’m the big boss, yeah, I’m King of the South

I’m running the game, I ain't taking no out.

Outro

London to Atlanta.

DJ Snake on the wave.

Deep.

Real deep