[Intro: Bossman Birdie]

This one's called "Dedication"

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie]

Do it for the mandem stuck in the trap

Do it for the mandem studying hard

For the mandem who wanna go church

For the mandem buying out bars

For the mandem still in dispersal

For the man that just caught a charge

For the man who just buss case, all of the mandem behind the bars

Do it for the mandem hugging the block

For the man on Meridian Estate

Doing it for man like Theo

For the man on the paper chase

For the man that go OT

For the man that's far from waste

For the man that ride for the team

For the man that don't watch face

Do it for my ladies with ambition

For the ladies who wanna freak

For the ladies who have vision

And for the ladies who wanna be

Do it for the ladies, that's prestige

For the ladies who wanna mingle

Do it for the gyal that are wifey, but more for the gyal that are single

Do it for the feds that watch me on obbo

For the man that want me dead

For the man that know about Bossman

For the man that follow the set

Do it for the man that stay on the grind

For the man that throw up the sign

For the man that know about Bloodline, the royal family of grime

[Verse 2: Meridian Dan]

I do it for the royal family of grime

Repeat that one more time

I'm in the royal family of grime

You see all the fans that throw up the signs?

All these fans that throw up their Bs, Wearing Bloodline hats and tees

I do it for them man there, man do it for them man there

I do it for the man that mention me

The man that listen on MP3

The man that listened on radio, way back on 92.3

I do it for man like D-Low

Man that live in the hood

We lost a man called Theo, a man that did so good

I do it for men that fight

For men with holes in socks

I do it for men that are working hard, work with a mouthful of shots

I do it for men with scope and dreams, men with drive and hope

Men that are waiting on my mixtape, and waiting on Fire And Smoke

I do it for kids that live it in flats with a lift stinks like shit

I do it for men that make grime music, working to make that hit

I do it for the man in Manny, For the goons that live in Brum

For the lads that live in Leicester, London's where I'm from

[Verse 3: President T]

London's where I'm from

Do it for the man with the chaps and the tom

Do it for the man that reside

Do it for the goons that are gone

Do it for the man that dream

Do it for the man that can't see £25, and turned into a fiend

Do it for the man that teach

Do it for the man that license breach

Do it for the man that roam

Do it for the man that won't have none of that talk, and back out the chrome

I was like, "Feds, leave me alone"

I was like, "Feds, leave me alone"

They were like, "Prez, you're in the zone"

Do it for the man that are Sikh

Do it for the man that know it's peak

T on the wing

Spray bars every day of the week

Do it for the kids that keep

Do it for the kids that can't really get any sleep

Do it for the man in the cage

Do it for the man that are brave

But I don't mean, you could get to my stage

How much P will you have, when you get to my age?

Do it for the man that are real

Do it for the man that'll chase

Do it for the man that'll steal, duck, overworked, complaining

You've got a picture of my flow, do it for the man that'll frame it

I said T on the wing

Do it for the man that zoom, do it for the man that sing

"London's where I'm from", President T on the wing