Yeah, push it in your abdo

When I've got the stay low rambo

Leave white tees looking like a fresh plate of spag bol

When I'm with F-, dun know

If I ain't, don't think that you're safe, get tango

Headshot, you will need more than Calpol, straight

Get into beef more time, it's great

I'll take on thirty man with eight

I'm beefing olders I used to rate

Dumb breddas been washed up since '08

Been on the roads, bare face dem bait

They've been at home doing [?]

I'm the youngest older on my estate

Surrounded by Gs that are not my age

My story's fucked, can't turn that page

Every time I do, I get put in rage

I cause damage

I'll leave man slumped in his own ride

Don't think you're bad in the driver's side

I'll smash man's head off the driver's side, beep

You know what it's like

FT all day, I ain't tryna do time

Bally on my face and it's late night

You'll be praying to the Lord for the light

Man up

If you wanna talk to the ACE, put your hand up

When FT come through, you better stand up, if not, get tan up

See me with the spinner and your clart's getting span up

Told man already they can't bad badman up

Gyal wanna run me down to get grab up

They want me to line it up and then ram up

Pull their hair and arch their back up

That's dead, man shut that down

Fuck a bitch if she ain't got a crown

Shot food that my uncle cut down

Maximise profit and break that down

When F- spins round, you'll hear a loud sound

Say no more, let me hold it down

If you try fuck with the Gs in a war

Then you'll find out what I'm talking about

Told that ting don't take off her clothes

There's no need, just open your mouth

Ain't got time to be wasting, no

Sleep's for the wicked, do not doubt

I'm surrounded by sticks and Os

If there's a problem, I sort that out

Spit that real, you're a metaphor clown

Fuck a metaphor, I'll kick it all down

Get out

We don't wanna hear what you're saying, you're deadout

First gear, jet out

Second gear, speed up, third gear, gone

Chasing paper with the Queen on

Is what I do till the sunlight's gone

And I'll do that till it comes back up

'Cause if it ain't paper then it is long

Don't try come with no funny man stuff

Because I will show you you are not strong

Don't care how much weight you put on

'Cause I've got something that will leave man gone

No lies, their noses Pinnochio long

[?] nuttin' goes wrong

Jakes wanna cage me like King Kong

But I still creep through the hood where I'm from

Man are badman, I never went prom

Are you mad?

Know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Get thumped in the mouth, you'll be holding your lip

And if that's not enough, get the whole of the clip

Fuck holding your ribs

Shell a pagan's headback, leave him ghosting

Make him shake, that's the wickedest thing

Make him froth at the mouth and shit

Out of a bag

Can't educate Merky about dirt

12 till 6, I be putting in work

Trap all night doing shifts with Splurt

6 till 12, that's trap all day

Bally on my face, that's beds I made

But know what it is when you see my face

Curl up, scar up, long time pain

Straight out of Lewisham, not from Wools

Call me a handyman, I've got tools

Some of them are big and some are quite small

Make you a myth just like Ja Rule

Last year, I thought that I would be cool

And put a likkle man on a pedestal

But you won't get a rematch and a sequel

So you better pray that you do not fall

'Cause we're totally different

I make tunes and everybody listens

I've never been a slave to the system

My flow's dirty just like a cistern

Spit big bars, get a reload instant

Know a couple geezers and I ring them

Tell 'em how much I want

And they bring them