[Verse 1]

Wanna talk lyrics? No hashtags, just @ signs

When you mention my bruddas

Mad how we living, 9 Milli Major told me

"Make sure your runners got runners"

Got with the system, they want colours and patterns

But what about knowledge and wisdom?

When your brain stops working is when you're dead

Get too big for your boots and you're gone in an instant

Reaching the market, me, I end it, don't start it

Nice guy, but I'm cold-hearted

And when I say I've got that stain

I don't mean that I put the bleach on the carpet

Phone plugs for manoeuvres, they end up losers

Leave the transaction laughing

Might put a beat on, rap one or a grime one

I don't know what I'm asking

Which one's better? Which one do you like

And which one's realer?

Everybody's got opinions

My opinion is there's no problem with either

I've got the whole thing conquered

There's a war going on and I know with who

It ain't a war between genres

The real war is all the lies versus truth

[Hook]

So, what's your preference?

Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?

Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?

What about freestyles? Did you like mine?

What's your pick? What's your cuppa?

Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?

Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?

Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?

[Verse 2]

It's like nowadays, you can be a shooter

Even if you never grab pistols

I can make big man look like boys

But I don't say much, I let hits talk

Might Shmoney Dance but I don't crip walk

Not of gang member, a lot of kid's talk

Not a Skywalker, hold my corner

Can't cross the line or my border

I ain't gonna lie, for a minute, I didn't wanna spit

Cuh the feds get rid of my type

Now I'm living my life, this is my choice

I'ma spit till they all get sick of my voice

The way they act's like they already are

Told 'em don't know who they thought that we are

They wanna hop into the mix till I slip on the gloves, Drive through and hop out the car

Round here, tings pop off

Raves get lock arff, you might get lock out the dance

The way the scene is active right now

I swear to God, I clocked it from far

I say each to their own

So if it ain't about money, then leave me alone

And it's cold in the street, don't speak

Unless you're gonna speak what you know, like

[Hook]

What's your preference?

Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?

Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?

What about freestyles? Did you like mine?

What's your pick? What's your cuppa?

Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?

Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?

Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?

[Hook]

What's your preference?

Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?

Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?

What about freestyles? Did you like mine?

What's your pick? What's your cuppa?

Who's too sick? Who's too pukka?

Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?

Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?