[Intro/Chorus]
Step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I'ma see a mil off the kitchen side
’Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters

Step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I’ma see a mil off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters

[Verse 1]
I feel like Pablo step in the bando
And let me change your life
I don't change on n***as
I remix dinners turn on and change the price
I got fed up of broken dreams
I stepped out and I made shit real
You ever done you the maths?
Like this year, this phone's gonna make me a mil
And bro got IPP and 8 years gone, still tryna appeal
And Jas got nicked with the wap
But 5 years gone, he's still on violence
And me, I feel at home, when at the stove just me and the pyrex
And when I get nicked, only question is how the feds gonna deal with silence?

I feel like mitch when I break down bricks but money ain't new to me
I used to hit fiends, two shots for each and I used to give 2 for free
Now i count up racks till my fingers hurt, and I get brain stupidly
’Cause it was me in O, I never needed a home all I need is a stupid fiend
I flew north for a new machine, then I flew down just to check the plug
When I drive by I don’t wave at n***as
When I was low I didn't get no hugs
Now my jewellery set costs 50 bags
They wanna be friends and stuff
Gotti’s itchin to test this pump
Whole town itchin' to test this dub

[Chorus]
Step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I'ma see a mil off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I’m up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters

I step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I'ma see a mil off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters

[Verse 2]
But I feel like Columbus takin trips
How many times did I take me a risk?
I spent last servin' fiends
This year the phone's doin 30 keys
I used to need advise
Now I see them guys and I swear they just talk too much
I put forks in grub in a trap we trust 'cause I ain't gettin' paid of love
And I feel like Slim when I break down a brick
First time brought a tear to my eye
I lost years inside, didn't see them guys now everybody's feelin' the kid
I can't whip no O
I put bricks on stoves and make sure the whole team eats
'Cause it was me on the malts, 2 bricks on both hoping nobody noticed me
I went to the grind when shit got hard
Never came home just to make a change
I keep it real, bro keeps it still and my left wrist stays 18k
And the cutest thots love Gucci drops and pullin' on cuban chains
But to tell you the truth, only a good day in O's gonna make my day

[Chorus]
Step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I'ma see a mil off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters

I step in the bando feeling like Pablo
With nothing but bricks in sight
From scales, pots and bowls
I'ma see a mil off the kitchen side
'Cause I feel like Mitch when I'm up all night
Just me, counting paper
That's no convo for informants
And a load of corn for the haters