Please my g you are not that guy, no Danielle ting you are not outside
They ain’t ever put in the work, I put in the work, I kill it when I’m cooking a verse, uhh
And you ain’t got no bruddas in the alley
You sayin you got a strally, but really you never had it
We keepin it so savage, I spray like automatic
I’m wrapping the beat up but you ain’t on my level so
Gimme the riddim cah I'm sick at the spitting and yeah I
Bring it to the jiggas their chattin about their figures
In the lyrics if you listen we know that you’re never winning brudda
You can never tell me you gettin a couple racks cah
I trust nobody who’s not a part of the circle
You ain’t holding no stick like a ninja turtle
Real talk man I been through hurdles so I will not stop till the breath in my body is still breathin
Been away for a minute but I'm back though
Still the lyrical rambo
Came from the gutter, the ends in north London
Where man get unchained like Django
Didn’t wanna let man spit cos I’m brown
They didn’t wanna know back den but now they try to act
Like they had my back, I don’t fuck with that
Leng man down and I’m brown and what
I still body anybody and any donny of any color
Never had a bring in, I'm bringing a couple bruddas on a mission they thinking that I’m a jus come spitter but I’m
Due to blow, I got a pen in my palm, I’m levelling up, you wouldn’t know struggle man are living it up
One of the best that’s touched the mic
Come to grime, if you cross me you can get crucified
Funny you’re sayin that your trapline ringing when nobody ringing it, nobody ringing it
Please stop chattin and braggin about dippers
You are not no driller, my jigga them man are fibbers, I’m
Back on the road, see the road to riches, skets and bitches beggin
We don’t forgive them cah back then they was igonrin us
Now we dead these tings like we're Oscar Pistorius
You draw peng gyal with your money
How much of ya money you spending up on your mummy
Them boy there, they’re chattin way too cruddy
Getting gassed off the hype of youtube views
Bro low the chat or get smoked like shisha
Only packs that you sell are the ones that you buy online from Fifa
Please stop gassin it up, them man are eediats
You ain't ever buss no chrome, don’t gas on the browser
Me I breathe fire like bowser, propane team my gs got powers
Badman where blud you need to low it
And I’m sick of the dons tryna be postcode soldiers
I went ghost but I came back colder, lose more friends the more I grow older
They’re still tryna hate on man
I can count the people I trust on less than one hand, I watch my own back
I had to drop friends that I had like fam
And I didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
I burnt bridges and went on a break like that, and I
Been gone so they’re askin me questions
Had a car crash, I’m back so they’re vexin
Man wanna stunt like a bmx rider
You never been a badman, never been violent
Don’t try hype online you’re not certi
These man grind for hoes them man are thirsty
I’m a killer on the track fam
Bars go over your head like a snapback
Stabbed in my back so many times
Now me I might take the knife and then stab back
So if you play with man you get duppied
Bar for bar you can't touch me
Them man say that they love me
They’re wishing that I fell off like humpty dumpty
So fuck them dons Imma do it my own don’t need you to buss me, hate me or love me
Me and my bruddas are gonna tek over the world one day the music ting will buss me I know that it will
Northside brudda me I’m not like them
These MCs wanna test my pen
I don’t want hoes and I don’t need friends
I’m here to make one bag of Ms and I
Play with fire like a pyrotechnic
Next in line to make a stack from a set list
Been on what block they’re chatting about how they’re gonna dip dip dip
But I seen them man they do bae and netflix
Yo check this
You are not in the field like hazard
I’ve been snapping long before Snapchat
Them man pose in pics and jus chit chat
Put me to the test, put me to the test
Man are tryna hate cah manamans better than the rest
Heart turned blacker than black and I’m back
Incredible flow I’ll make a man dash
If you want war then trust me I'm on that (Pap Pap)
Make another tune and then I drop that
Still might start that stop that
You dont want lyrical combat, fuck that
Held back by a couple of things I think they think I done the panda ting, and then
I wasn't gonna come back
Gimme the crown cah it’s mine for the taking
Smart motherfucker you know that I’ll make it, on mums life
I’m tryna change my mum’s life, I got
Money on my mind
You dont buss no nine, grip no knives, sicker with time, they’re living a lie, you see
Man are jus talkin the hardest
Man are getting away wid awkwardly barrin, fall for no darling
They want Balenciagas, Fendi, Prada
I’m tryna be the best at barrin