Started From The Bottom

[Verse 1]

If there’s one thing you should know about me

I don’t play no games like it’s PS3

Only real ones know that I’m nothing but heat

And I don’t just rap on dead quad beats

My videos online but you just can’t see through the ups and the downs of my life, you see

So I put myself in my shoes like CB

Gonna reintroduce, get to know the real me

Yeah I moved house 6 times never found peace, fam

One of the yards we done stayed for a week

For a week, I’m telling you times were peak

Couldn’t link with the mandem in 2014

Yeah I lived in Tottenham, nothing but stress

Saw bare drug deals go down in the ends

You’d think Mr. White was cooking up the meth

But the truth is that they can’t sell with the best 'cause

We started from the bottom and thrived (We started from the bottom and thrived)

We made it out the slums alive (We made it out the slums alive)

Opps are jealous and I’m like why? (Opps are jealous and I’m like why?)

Peep I’m the prodigy of grime (Peep I’m the prodigy of grime)

We started from the bottom and thrived (We started from the bottom and thrived)

We made it out the slums alive (We made it out the slums alive)

Opps are jealous and I’m like why? (Opps are jealous and I’m like why?)

Peep I’m the prodigy of grime (Peep I’m the prodigy of grime)

Yo, you better wake up, better fix up, no one’s gonna save your life in a mix up

These stupid guys wanna fuck around, smoking loud, little pricks they all get bigged up

But when you step up to the pussies they gon' cover

Never met a guy who talked shit and then back it up

I’m serious, if you step to me erratically you’ll get smoked, no cover ups

Picked up music in 2020

See this progression? It's slow and steady

Always aim to make the jaw drop and never stop drops like Solomon Rennie

All my lyrics, fam, they're bar heavy

So sorry if one's over your head like HP

Making songs but I got no degree

Got no PHD but you’re not better than me

Shoutout to my day 1s, those are my killys

You gave man flowers roses and lilies

I’ll never forget you, don’t be silly

Yea this music ting's gonna blow up really

Just a little boy who was raised in the city

Never made excuses and hid behind pity

Wanna make an impact, so I got busy

And I promised my Marge that I’d get her a milly