[Intro]

Yo

Eskiboy, Teewhy, Amzzino, RB

Yeah

[Verse 1: Wiley]

Goal stats, I ain't gotta bring them in the convo

Emirates stadium, pass man a poncho

You saw me fell off but now I'm on though

Never see the good 'cah they wanna see the wrong though

Never see it happening, but you see me sailing along though

I got the cheech and the chong, bro

Stand back, let me launch an attack

I'm a big brown baller but I ain't Lonzo (Hol' on!)

Now you're gonna see my face a lot

Pissed, 'cah you hate my existence

You know what? Keep your distance

Cause I ain't bringing you for none of these missions

Thought I was a prick, I will bury your sound, no assistance

Bad boy, destroy your pistons

Listen, I wouldn't have no talk for you

If I didn't have wisdom

Fly away, fly today

I'm a stone cold killer when I ride a wave

Whеn I come around, I cause tidal waves

Thеm man never scared, they hide away

See the feds, I slide away

Eight score tings in-, for the-

Yes, I had to ride away

Mountain bike, glide away

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up once

I'm a Gs, I'm a G star 'cause I made runs for the Ps

Jumped off a cliff, landed on two feet

Then I had to zone in, run to the greaze

Greazy, never had it easy

But I'm on a jet with Eazy, I'm easy

Please don't bother 'cah you're never gonna please me

And I'm a top tier elite, was never meady

[Verse 2: Teewhy]

Yo, look, you don't know want a toke of the smoke that I've got

I've got flows in your nose so I go 'til it's empty

Holes in a MC's dome, then I'm off

I'm with Eski and I'm in a zone full of wops

Ain't no who's or whys when I'm charged up (Nah)

I just [?] bine with my dargs, 'cause

They love chat shit, they love talk up

Already know it gets dark in the dance, bruv

Oi, shut your mouth 'cah I'm barring again

Whole heap of trash MCs in this ting

So we might have to make a bin larger for them

Osama, this ting's going up if I don't blow

'Cah it's known that I am harder than them

Undisputed champ, I got bars to defend

You don't want to see me at your show or your listening party

I ain't Margs and his friends

Godfather give me a call and said, "Let's get to work"

No delay, no, I'm there in a minute (No doubt)

They're not barrers, I ain't reaching my limit

The clouds cry every time I write up a lyric

Pathetic fallacy, it gets dark

When these other young boys really stay mad at me

Around here, know it really gets grimy

'Cah it's known I'm in a whole different category

Look, I ain't paid for a verse

And it's costing me nothing to put some snakes in a hearse

You can try bad man up but it ain't gonna work (Nah)

Bad 'em up twice and I'm blazing a verse

It ain't working, couple man nervous for certain

I'm lurking, lyrical surgeon

Them man are fishy like sturgeon

Straight up, circle and merk 'em

Straight up burst [?]

[Verse 3: Amzzino & Wiley]

Let me chill out on the bad boy talk now 'cause man are little frightened (Frightened)

Like "bruh, we don't like him" (Nah)

Don't be mad that I'm sharing what I've seen with my eyelids (Yeah)

Lord forgive me if I bine him (Bup)

I'm really with the Godfather, them man are not barrers (Nah)

I'm sparring and barring 'cah we are not talkers (Yeah)

The morning, you're yawning, I'm in the booth charging

Tryna see which MC wanna come talk up (Bup, bup)

But you cannot test boogeyman, boogey ain't a joke

Undertaker flow, really had some bodies in my notes

I've been with the goats, time that my name touched the throne

16, 32, my brudda, I've got loads

You'll get (boo-doo-doo-doo-da-da-da-da)

Nah, you don't want the smoke

You ain't ever been ba-da-ba-da, you ain't on the roads (Yeah)

See my diligence clean, I've been really on the go (Yeah, yeah)

I've been shelling down sets since I been here on Mode (Yeah, yeah)

It's A-M-Z-Z, nah, you cannot beg friend (Nah)

Test me, test who? No, you can't test pen

Tee and RB are my bruddas, you can't test them (Nah)

Amzz, full clip, I'm coming to let the lead spread (Yeah)

It's A-M-Z-Z, now you cannot beg friend (Yeah)

Test me, test who? No, you can't test pen (Nah)

Tee and RB are my bruddas, you can't test them

Amzz, full clip, I'm coming to let the lead spread

[Verse 4: RB]

G-R-I-M-E, they're not like me (Nah)

All of my ties on streets looking lively (We're out here)

I used to climb on beats back in primary

Now I got a bloodclart feature with Wiley (What're you saying bro?)

I'm in my EP featuring no one

Practice hours, I'm in my own league, Ivy (Trust me)

I'm the one so I never gave two hoots

No new yout cannot show me styley (What're you talking about?)

This pen come like a ying

Cool, yeah, shing shall shing when I lay it off

Next generation of grime, boy, I set it off

Pepper and step to the side, put eleven on

Still put my leathers on

I'm like Bishop in Juice, don't try me, I've lost my head top (Master)

My hometown's grimy with lots of red dots

My show, my time, it is not the end of

Catalogue for catalogue, them dead

I try show love but they try show lead

Now I'm outside trying to outline man's legs

Man's chest, man's head, trying to draw man dead (Ha, he's dead bro)

Miss man, hit one, which one? Pick one

Malaysia 370 when I lift one

Euros, Lamine Yamal when the kid's on

I've been getting love for my sound all of England (YIC)