[Verse 1]
Producing on my Apple, got me moving here at Mach speed
Training up my game so I'm improving every match week
You'll never get ahead, fam, you're losing, aim to catch me
Who's the illest rapper? Man, the clue is what you @ me (Sicky)
Uh, I got them bopping like its Vossi
Handcraft my tunes then I polish 'til it's glossy
I'm flossy, yet they still talk that shit
But they're pussies
Bruv, square up without your posse
Sicky G, I was away, I been keeping quiet
But I'll catch you snoozing, I'm moving, including when it's silent
In truth, I'm never hiding and I'll say what's on my mind
In a deuce I'll break the tie and hit aces up when I'm rhyming
I don't rate you, I'd erase you with my outtakes
I don't give a shit what I say and I'll say it loud, mate
I'm playing my way, I'm thankful if you're outraged
'Bout to be 2020's next global outbreak
[Hook]
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it-
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
Coz my boys, we keep it
[Verse 2]
Mid-twenties, still get your kicks from tagging shit up
Clowning in that mask, cah we've seen it on your Insta
Bruv, put the spray cans down, your brain is mangled
The only tag I see is the one around your ankle
Knock knock, me again, I ain't impressed, brah
2 bed pad and the whip owned by 'rents, huh?
You be chattin' "keep it real", that's got me vexed, nah
Jewellery's gonna hide at the sight of a diamond tester
Watch your back, you know backstabbing's a wack habit
Fat stacks have an attraction for the fake hoes
Back track, act as a fan, tag on the bandwagon
'Lax man, you're still havin' access to my stage shows
Great flow and I ain't reached my high peak
They ain't got the vision, they ain't see what I see
2020, that's been labelled with my 'G'
2025, we'll be able to fly G
[Hook]
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it-
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
Coz my boys, we keep it
[Verse 3]
I ain't hold a grudge, but I keep a list of targets
My bars like intervention when you see me hit the markers
Cock it if you play me, now I'm standing here above all you
Write my name as Sicky then I finish with a 'W'
Rudeboy, I'm on catch up
0-100, I'm Veyron, you're Mazda
Stay safe, I'm on smoke like a Rasta
Later to the game and they still ain't a match up
Catch me scorpion whippin'
You know my presence on the block
That's the Monza your hearing
I got the yellow on the hood so I'm distinct
Rollin' so fast that I'm looking out of sync
Moving with the rap and my graft'll never dip
Got me cookin' up a storm, call me master of the drip
Put both feet up on the gas, supercharger on the kid
Celebration, liquor pours, raise your glass and take a sip
[Hook]
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it-
Ain't nobody in the way
Boy what you got to say?
Know your God, you ought to pray
Coz my boys, we keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
We keep it moving
Coz my boys, we keep it moving