Bound for the reload, bound for the upraw

You can' t hear me clear, turn it up more

Without weed I bet I could do much more

Actually that' s worth giving up for

I just won an award that I was up for

Took a trip for the grinds, now I' m up for

For, ok, let's be honest

If you say you' re a king, then you best be on it, or

You' re getting rained on

I ain't just an MC with a chain on

My old friends got money, but it's brains gone

How you' re gonna win if you can' t get your game on

Losing ain' t in the front of the mind anymore cause I flame on

I broke out of my chains, got my aim on

And I ain' t hire an artist you take on

What' s your take on me, can I stay on?

What' s your take on me? Am I good enough?

Been stabbed 21 times, am I hood enough?

I ain' t gotta say what I done, but I' ve done

London is a lot, one man can' t run it!

I don' t glamorize it I wanna clean it

Sanitize it cause I' ve analyzed it

They see what we got, wanna paralyze it!

Knowing that we are never gonna like it

Winning, got a due pay for a jacket

If it's BBK then I back it

Paid for, I' ve stacked it, Working is a habit!

Some are nibbelin' veg like a rabbit

I' m glad that this way is magic

I feel free like an unpossessed addict

Give thanks i made it out though

Cause any of a path would've ended tragic

On point-niggers, On point-figures

Manna spraying, but they ain' t on point with us

On point to the point, how on dinners

Pipe and hot steam, full of food when it simmers

Yeah, I' m a on point-negro, I' m on point like Feivo

See me on twitter not bebo

Curvin my ego, saying you' re a boss but that' s not what we know!

I like decent snares

Good kicks, recent snares

Hit-hat playing on a real cool pattern

Gettin' it all wrong is a frequent fear

Yeah yeah frequent fear

My dad bless me I got a decent ear

My flow's rapid like a inceasant pear

My dons a bit wild we squeeze in here (like BRAP!)

You' ve got bars but you can' t make a banger

I said BANG with no yearly planner

I said BANG in the year 2 thousand

Dons are act fake, I can never be around them

The pounds and the dollars, I found 'em

With the sound I'mma get ground, no howling

Came to the rescue, saw da scene drowning

Save that scene I'm spring water from a mountain

Wanna argue, so what now then?

Talk up talk up, when I'm prowling

You didn' t mean it, but that' s how it sounded!

I push high figures, get 'em rounded

I make cool shit, real cool shit

Will my manager like it? I doubt it

See I' m from a urban scene, so i can't show him

Because he ain' t about it!

I' m a G though, E3 though

That's why i surf nets and party 3G though

In the world of rave you gonna see me though

And an only king with free people

It' s like I' m a slave to the club scene

Living the reality, I had enough dreams

We face a night I and it' s raining lot

Don' t matter, cause we still gonna paint this town!

Nobody' s safe in a war, I know there' s nobody safe

When I step into the field, I can' t see nobody face

I roll through like a highlander, call me Wiley McCloud

I tell people "you don' t wanna see her twerking

Listen, Miley' s allowed"

If I get called by a worthy opponent, then I' m all up for it

I' m highly skilled in the battle

That's why I might push my luck with it

Yeah? Don' t give a fuck with it!

Like who' s chucking it?

I fill the clip full of lyrics, put a clip into the gun and start busting it!