[Verse]

OK, so man writ a whole diss track for me

Now I've got a whole diss track for you

"Pepper Riddim", six at once

But this one's just for you

"Pepper Riddim" helped changed the game

My career, your claim to fame

DJ gas you, don't wanna spite me, donut

You ain't hot for my name

Big up 0161, yeah

But when you say 0161, air

'Cause you was a London label sellout this year

So not levelling here

Me rate you? Nah, heck no

Built a name off mine from the get-go

And ya dun know I love Manchester

But I don't rate you, blud, I rate Geko, hold up

Diss me for making pop songs

But you got gassed and worked with a pop star, hypocrite

RIP who? Can't get rid of this

I will pepper your clart till you're sick of this

I rang you cuh my man said you was cool

But you sang my man too

You, twist the story and put it out for the views

Wow, paigon yout

Paigons doing what paigons do

Two thirds of "Peak" was a paigon tune

Dem boy paigons, I can't stand them

Stand on my own, tell a paigon move

Rap beats, yeah man, I'm on it too

Peng tings no man are hot for you

About Sonic the Hedgehog, you drop lip monkey

This here's Sonic Boom

Blud, you're desperate, me, I'm strategic with it

Man might ease in with it

Drop "My Bruddaz", go quiet

Grab the pen, pap pap, squeeze him with it

You wanna come to the ends with

All your friends but when no one's about

Come with all your jewels when everyone's there

See what Tottenham's about

Acting hard, repeating bars

Living off my past, why do you rate him?

Plus, he never came no one's block

Tourist, he was outside the stadium

Relegation what? Relegation who?

You're relegating who?

Telling kids "Turn into the devil"

And the industry wanna champion you?

Man love chat 'bout the "Champion" tune

But you could never make champion move, cool

Fuck having As and Bs? Safe

Fuck you and your box of food

Cuh you're not real, you're not Rage

Why you acting like you can't hear Rage?

Reply to him, he's on what you're on

He'll do it on the roads or do it on a song

I'm from the school so I'mma have to school him

No relegation, it's a ridiculing

Fuck Radio times, I was the problem

Now I'm 24 and I'm still a nuisance

Run out of what? I've got fucking bars

They're fronting on me but I'm fucking hard

I'm a lovely guy and I'll fucking lie

And I'll fuck your bird, I am not your dog

Pree me until you can't pree anymore

Are you a gyal? What you preeing me for?

Drop lip monkey, you can't hush me

I'll watch my mouth when you watch yours

About "Watch Your Mouth", shut your mouth

Basic hook, dead tune

If this was ever Fuck Radio times with "Whoopie"

You'd be the worst in the room

To ghost me as a writer, fam

Blud, you'll need a ghostwriter, fam

Messed up, I'm in a catch 22

Cuh I put niggas on when I write for man

You can't finish me without mentioning grime or pop (You're whack)

Or mentioning where you're from (It's bait)

I'm a fly boy so you wanna hurt me

Cuh you know bar for bar it's long (Yeah)

Fuck that shit, pen ammo (Brap)

Got my dead friends' energy channelled (Mm)

Whoring out for like every platform

Do something on your own channel

Coming at me, blud

Gassed off a MOBO tweet, blud

Anything you ever win in your life

Thank the devil, then me, blud

We all know who made who, blud (Yeah)

Saviour? That's not you, blud (Nah)

Fire in the Booth, said I born MCs

And the big baby is you, blud

Chipmunk rush to reply for who?

If not for him then not for you (No)

Like me, he can make a big tune

But he ran out of bars and pimped you fuckeries

[Outro]

I know you man just might run out of bars

Chip can't run out of bars

Right now, yeah, I'm repeating the bar

'Cause I wanna wheel with the bar when I pull up in the dance, ayy

Try know that's light work

'Cause you're light work

Cash Motto