Music: Craig Hayward/Nikhil Nagarkar/David Hindley
I came from the bottom of the pack to
Top dog eating I got em on their back
Got em on a leash I don’t feed em for free
I’m a beast and I only eat beats for the P
Billing up racks
blast back while I stack cash in my back pack
Brap Brap
big cat hit like a big bat
Everybody onit like “sick that “
Lighters gunfighters then click clack pow
Everybody sit back down I’m about
Fee going up 5 times the amount
Sick Gang fam them fans are devout
Everybody on it with their hand in my mouth
Avoid the distraction blanking em out
till I’ve got Ms in my Santander account
plan are about
Got the game on lock bang out for the count
Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners
Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners
Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners
Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners
Them man are overly gassed and I’m overly passed it
There’s nobody that sick,
I’m in a league of my own can’t nobody match it,
ima go for the hatrick,
I’ve got the captain flow,
been doing this since Rinse in the flats in Bow,
That’s history,
If you don’t come with a positive vibe then miss me,
I keep the verses crispy,
And heaven knows,
I got 11:11 flows
That hit the target like Devons road,
Stack up the verses and let em go,
Don’t get your head involved in my business,
God is my witness, I pass the test like litmus,
rap the gift like Christmas,
pack the spliff no biftas,
I got the sickness
Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners
Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners
Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners
Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners
Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners