[Verse 1: Roachee]

I went from the Entourage to being on the yard

In HMP, I'm in Poplar HARCA

I was 23 hours banged up to ras'

On Saturdays it was Westwood, cuz

All I could hear was "free Roachee"

Hang tight Skepta, Wiley, Ruff Sqwad

I ain't forgot, 'nuff love to the dargs

But right now, you're looking at the new guard

Way before we had dinner at the Shard

I was knocking about on the Isle of Dogs

But you could meet me round Wilehouse, cuz

E14, put your lighters dem up

They're saying that my bars are like a Tyson punch

'Cause they hit you in the face, some get frightened and run

I'm excited and a bit nuts

Oh my god, I'm having too much fun

[Verse 2: Scratchy]

Grime, I put the G in it

Nope, can't chat to me, innit

Why's that? I'm a big MC, innit

Who's that? Scratchy D, innit

Cold, I put the C in it

Blind side, they ain't seeing it

Talented, I put the T in it

Energy, I put the E in it

Madman, put the M in it

Nang, I put the N in it

Ten toes, start legging it

Scratchy's about, I'm shelling it

I'm just saying it

You made your bed, now lay in it

King, I put the K in it

Jheeze, I put the J in it

[Verse 3: Riko Dan]

Look, what lyrics? I got lyrics

Bare bars, rudeboy, coulda shot lyrics

Badbwoy hotshot lyrics, top ah top lyrics

Bwoy dead, headtop lyrics

No average, just top notch lyrics

Got the big .45, big shot lyrics

Soundbwoy haffi run and jump hopscotch lyrics

Unlimited, infinity, nonstop lyrics

Gunman, gun lyrics

Suntan, get bun lyrics

Badman, mek man run lyrics

Gangland, get man done lyrics

Heavy like tonne lyrics, you've got some lyrics

I've got strong lyrics, you've got the wrong lyrics

I've got don lyrics

Like 5-4-3-2-1 lyrics, boy!

[Verse 4: Breeze]

Hit 'em like a lightning bolt

Five thousand volts, it's your own fault

Like murder she wrote

Bang 'em in the head with the side of the Colt

Put 'em on hold

2s 2 chicken and a Supermalt

Dead season, pepper and salt

Feet up as I plan the assault

I've been chasing a note

Black sheep, not chasing a goat

Weren't born with a spoon in my boat

Born with a cord wrapped round my throat

I'm lookin' land with a moat

Plan is down this 'til I bloat

I'm a face, though, ain't gotta gloat

Strange, but I float with the change in my coat

[Verse 5: Manga Saint Hilare]

Run, run, running it again

Like back in the day, we've been running it from then

Them other man, they be running it up now

We be the wickedest ones out from then

Dump, dump, we're dumping again

Best in the game, nothing less

How many years we been killing 'em with finesse?

We set the style, the steeze and the trends

Back to back and bar for bar

Not one of them is wickeder than Entourage

Who set the styles for them? (Entourage)

Best crew in the game? (Entourage)

The levels are high, off the charts

We ran the roads and the charts

Been around the world and came back

Now everyone outside knows who we are