[Verse]

Who God bless

No man curse, that's why I can’t fear no pussy

This ain't what you want that was gear one, pussy

How can I invite you anywhere, when there's gyal around me?

You can’t be there, no pussy

Gyal around me, you can't be near no titties

'Cos there ain't no tellin' when your hands get witty

'Bout street-ready, little nigga, you ain't me-ready

Stop beggin on my line you little Camden nitty

You ain't got weight in Camden city

Chinx is better and he’s way more drilly

Boxed in the face by who? Stop the bantеr

It’s you who got your face tump out on-

It's you who got your face tump out on camera

You who doеs moves and backs out the Glock?

Na, it’s you who does moves and backs out your camera

Even gangsters know that ain't- ('low me)

One nasty yute, this is not about words

You cap to get corrected, guess it works

I'd rather be in a clash with a tree than out here clashing this perv

One little [?] the whole six months

This is two to six you’re gettin' served

Pull up to what rave in Haringey?

Ask [censored] 'bout last night, that ain't gonna work

Do anything for the clout and you know it

Bringing your pen this way, where you going?

Next time you put Farm in your TomTom

If you're Tommy Shelby, say when you're going

About Tommy Shelby, you plum

Should be clean-cut, you're a cunt

About Tommy Shelby, you're just dumb (so dumb)

My nigga, you ain't white or from Brum

Ahh, lick him with the S-A

Coursework must've went missin' on your essays

How you got an A in English-

An A in English and don't know the meaning of SA?

Bless him, he tried

Mum in the house, don't bless him, he lied

Cooked and fried

Gotta get him out of 'ere, this nigga's out of it

Your baby mama's out 'ere, leave women out of this (Yikes)

Killing this claart, na cyan test Chippy with bars (never)

Man tried to send a bad mix to the master

Three whole days and you dropped a collage

Three whole days, still pushing facades

Three whole days, it don't take me three who-

Man are hanging, but your getting this burst work

Google the meaning of 'pervert'

You're a big fan, mate

Insta looking like a Chip fanpage

You never buss gun and shell down grime at the time

My nigga you ain't RA

Oi, Savimbi, listen

I'm old-school like when Trim said "Liiiisteeeen"

In yard we say "who na 'ear a go feel"

Now you gotta get it 'cos you just don't listen

The chat was UK vs US and you jumped out banging own goals, what a chief

You're dissin' niggas over street stuff but you're on the same songs mentionin' me (How's that work?)

You little crosses, go to hell for you

Fuckboy, I ain't even going Shell for you

Jumped up, this two man done helped you through

Daddy's home, look at me again still helping you

(Nigga)

Yeah let that breath

Pa-pa, but I don't wanna do three

What's a lamb to a GOAT, nigga you a sheep

Take this L, A-M-B

Everyone seen I've been minding my biz

Now I'm getting drawn out by some wannabe Titch

I don't give a fuck 'bout the wickedman ting

Leave me alone, I'm too wicked at this

You got pagans, ride, hit blocks

You do way more lip, than lickshots

When it comes to this I'm the big boss

And it gets worse when I'm pissed off

Your last one, who did the mix bruv?

[Outro]

P.S. I do not sell weed, on a 'low me, abeg