[Intro - Spoken]

Yeah, ha!

What's really good fam?

You know who it is man, it's Bashy!

Fuck it man, I've been away for a hot minute it's nothing!

See what I'm saying man

I come back you get me, certain niggas sitting in my throne

Listen, look

[Verse 1]

I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!)

Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Shut up!)

I tell the mandem to be easy (Do something!)

Look it's Bashy from Nort' Weezy (Yo I'm back!)

Oiii, nahhh

Might catch me outside A.P's, with my windows down tumping some little Eazy

Back in the day, I had mild asthma couldn't breathe properly my chest got a little weezy

Was a little naughty, Pops used to have to beat me but that's old school like General Levy

(Ah) Incred (ah) incred (ah) Incredible General, like (??) sensational!

Yo, I used to get down with the tunes there believe me

In Milkshake disco in 93-B

Them days I bopped road easy, a Super Nintendo game would please me

Like Down, R, Up, L, Y, B, I smiled for days when I learned that cheat

But everything changed when I turned by teens, like fuck it

Look man I need to earn my P's

Back in this day, in this manor of mine

Dark skin boys were air, light skin boys had the shine

But that shits played out, whether you got light skin or light eyes

It's if you got cake now, are you paid now?

Have you got the swagger fam? Are you a dagger man? What's going on?

When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End

It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10

You know what time it is man

Let's go from the top man

Yeah, let's start again fuck it

It's Bashy, oii nahh

[Verse 2]

When I go shopping.. I buy bare garms, bare box, it feels like I bought West End

It's Bashy, I'm straight out of North West 10

We can all afford straps so, fuck your skeng

I roll with niggas who will shoot you in your face

So if you wanna scrap, box you up and bust your head

Look, I'm welcome every where I go

If I ain't welcome in your zones, then fuck your ends blood

When it comes to doe, niggas need to know what time it is

You can't even trust your friends

And for them skets, who wanna get fresh its.. in your face

Have some phlegm bitch

On a late night, catch me in Bagel Bite

Or up in Harlseden copping chicken off the Colonel

Round here beef never stays verbal

Thinking of clashing me? Like, err don't!

You know what happens when I go into merk mode

Fuck getting burnt fast, pussy you'll get burnt slow

I do this for all my t'ugs who wanna earn dough

From South Kilburn to Green down to Church Road

From Harlseden to Stonebridge to Saint Raf

I've sold thousands of mix tapes, try and test that

From Moes Ark, from Grove to Drayton

Everyone's getting paid and saying fuck the pagans, yeah!

[Spoken]

Bracka, bracka

Shout out everyone getting paid man

I know their heads tryna do this music ting as a business

Not for some fame ting

[Verse 3]

I ain't got a vid on Channel U and you know what?

Look, I don't give a fuck either

I do this for the heads who rave it up in Garage Fever

Bought my last mix tape and loved my ether

For the t'ugs from Tottenham to Hurnt Hill

Who are here to earn mills and rave in Turnmills

Look and all them sexy girls, girls, girls

Who go girls, girls, girls and do boys, boys, boys

From the t'ugsdem who's got cheddar

Rave to Wigman, Heartless and Hotsteppa

Certain guys wanna screw Bash, I be like whatever

I'm 50 man up pussy that is not clever

Catch me in Silverspoons with some of London's realest goons

I beg you try and make a move, you buffoon you're holding beating

They might even beat it and you will see the light

And I ain't talking 'bout a bulb hanging from your ceiling