| Wretch 32 in the building
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| Let’s take it back there, time to go in
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| Tell 'em Wretch, tell 'em Wretch
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| I’m on some off with your head shit
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| I keep firing, I’m not The Apprentice
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| Devs told me to go in, ah yeah
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| So I ran — blocked all the exits
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| Yes I’ll be here forever
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| And tread so far I’ll leave here in leather
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| So dark, so cold
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| With a couple girls sitting on my lap
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| I’m never gonna say I’m back
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| I’m a little too in love with plaques
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| I moved in to the hall of fame
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| So I wipe my feet on tracks
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| I’mma kill it, I’m a killer
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| See me with one glove, it’s a Thriller
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| I already had a number one for my dinner
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| Me and Devs go in there, inner
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| And we’re out of here, I doubt you’re near
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| I’ve already been a thousand 'ere
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| But if you live for the money, then you die for the money
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| So I ain’t even trying to count it, I swear
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| And if you don’t think I’m fucked
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| Middle finger up
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| Fuck me, fuck you
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| I’ll make you feel small when I big you up
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| Up, up and away, I can’t see ya
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| On my own scale, I’m a Libra
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| Told 'em leave me alone, I wanna leave, uh
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| Had to give 'em some dough to get a pizza
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| Every day I have takeaway
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| Tomorrow won’t be the same today
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| I don’t score when I’m at home
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| I strike more when I play away
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| Shut down the asylum
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| Before I creep through the exit, find it
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| Jump any fence inside then drag a man
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| Out of the car that he just was driving
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| And then put the pedal to the floor
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| I’m back and I’m ready for the war like a Viking
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| I ain’t gotta tell 'em any more, me and Wretch
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| Already killed this UK Grime thing
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| And there’s not a lot left that could swing with Shipman
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| The doctor of death
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| Like Wretch 32 said it’s off with his head
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| Got cold feet then it’s frost on your creps
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| Never mind where you’re walking, watch where you step
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| Mind what you’re talking, I might dissect
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| Any guy trying a bullshit vibe on a sec
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| Can’t fuck with me like my wife on the reds
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| Too unorthodox to let it go
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| So I let 'em know that I’m pro, but my name ain’t Stephen
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| Soul seems to be involved
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| I’m burying men six deep in a hole, no reason
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| You’re getting buried alive, I’m tryna better my life
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| While some men are cutting up suits
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| With scissors and severing ties
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| I let 'em know that it’s Devlin’s time
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| No disputing I shift to the move
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| This game from the days of The Movement
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| Using the only utensil I knew to
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| Now I need loot this, alike to my figures on YouTube
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| Retreat or advance then, you choose
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| At the present I’m king like Presley
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| Test me, then I’m running out full of anger
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| And envy and stamping you out in my blue shoes
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| Ride a beat like a Traktor, ey
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| But I ain’t getting on a train, 'ey
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| Everybody wants to act up, yeah
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| 'Til you put 'em in the frame
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| And I ain’t got time for shit, patience’s thinner than my toilet roll
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| I’m a fixed up brother from a broken home
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| I remember I used to watch Home Alone
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| Now I’m home alone in my own home
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| This millennium, got a loada dome
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| Rome then roam
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| Came home smelling like hot Cologne
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| Had a success overdose, oh
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| You see my roll-on flow
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| And I’m so sure that I can’t be old
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| Yet all my heels I carry on toe to toe
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| When we take this game now, so cologne
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| You couldn’t play my post
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| I’m an old soul like an ancient ghost
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| That created his name in the game and he
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| Took shit to another level on the whole
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| I can’t really explain my brain
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| But if you peeked inside of my skull
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| You’d see shit so deep in my rear right lobe
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| That you’d know why I feel this cold
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| And I feel like the caped crusader
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| Here on the brink of a dangerous caper
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| I’m always collected and calm in battle
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| Can’t be rattled, go sample a shaker
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| OT, I’m an out taker
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| I’m taking out any men that are minor
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| And think that they’re major, there’s a devil and a
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| Wretch that just broke out of the chamber
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| Yes, now I’m going for the hat-trick
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| One singer, one model, one actress
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| But I might disappear if you’re acting
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| Or singing me a new tune on a mad pitch
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| Back to my rap shit
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| I’mma go hard this year
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| Can’t be looking at the past this year
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| That won’t help me get past this year
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| In an extra zone next to tracks
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| Multiple hits but with extra swag
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| I’ve divided my time
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| Royalties won’t forget to add
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| And I ain’t adding nobody on my BB
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| IPhone when I want you to see me
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| I played, YouTube
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| See me on Wretch 32 TV
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| I’m getting flashbacks from the past
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| Head full of hate and a mouth full of bars
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| Me and Wretch just stretched this game to a next span
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| Taking the extra yard
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| We’re going extra hard, no I can not be barred
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| Say what you want, but you couldn’t keep Devs out
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| Anyways, I’ve already broke through the fence now
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| And I’m quite relentless when I vex out
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| Everybody wants to the the next out
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| But they get stripped like a bitch when her dress down
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| Think you’re a face round 'ere?
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| Get left lying face down in a next town
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| Pull strings like Robbie Lamond
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| On the beat and I’m dropping the bomb
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| I’ll make you all feel sick like Sue Bo dropping her thong
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| This ain’t Sumo but I’m too big and too strong |