Lyrics Top Tier - Mercston, Devlin, Ghetts

Top Tier

Peng ting laying on my mattress
Certain man are out here doing back flips
Told her come around 9 cause I’m active
These times Ill kill you laying down with your catfish yo (?)
Rock a brunch and some lamb vince
Black top, eating black cod, check my adlibs
Brand new whip but I cabbed it
When you’re looking at me know you’re looking at a captain
Yo, Jump aboard you won’t sink
25 shoulda got a Porsche no tints
Rolled by, and I sold nines in the mist
Got mo stacks, turn eight into a brick
Them times 36 33 5th
Man had bits… man had… man had…
Man had this, man had that
Now I got 25 sitting on the wrist, bow
Look around its me ow
Used to night shifts moving like an owl
Bang a man out, fuck a rowl that all loud
Young but I’m so solid (???)
Used to have a Philippine ting living in south
Now its not even a greet when I see her around, mad ting
I think she really want it man, I didn’t want her man, couple years ago she
hollered man thinking it was on a gram
Don’t ever talk 'bout spitting
Them man talk 'bout killing
All that talk might kill him
Said they got money
Can’t even afford my finish
Dont ever talk 'bout bring ins
Cold like ten plus
Dont ever talk 'bout innings
I don’t give a fuck about a metaphor
Couldn’t ever sport my linen
Laugh at my L’s but applaud my winnings
Cause man a W man I ain’t gotta do shit up here man to trouble you man
Man will bust so im staying in the w man
Its 5 stars so you know I payed a couple of grand
Want a massage from a girl no I don’t want a man are you mad
Oi dad they’re saying that your sons flash
Call As, tell him that I got racks, just cropped something with the ras and its
mad
Come through flexing
Stepped in everything’s expensive
For my grin I should drink to my dentist
Didn’t know I made it better call my bredrens (?)
Done her friends so she knows what the length is
Fuck your boyfriends car cause its rented
My things chest, two arms and a leg ting
If I said put you on your ass meant it
Came into a big scene at 15
And licked these mcs down with 16s
And tore more holes in the game than ripped jeans
About three years since Ghetto had been free
Me and doggz on the rags going in spree (?)
Standing dags on the map now they’re intrigued
Wrote songs that they still couldn’t write in their 50s
Even the devil wasn’t this deep
'Fuck Radio' brilliant times
East meets north with the brilliant minds
All around me it gave me the particular drive
To step it up a level with my lyrics and apply 'em
At that time me and Cole met Darren
Click, that was it shoot vids for the talent
'London City' dropped
The whole city rocked
Now they sing words back like a a parrot
On the outside now I’m looking in
If it sounds live then you know its Devlin
64 bars I might have to spin
Fire in the booth and you know its not a thing
Lime house still the same label as Winehouse
Greys all fella and tracks are Paul Weller (?)
I’m on tour with Sheeran and Example
And theres a lot of girls ringing on my beller
From having nothing on these blocks at night (?)
To fucking leading a rock star life
Tour bus here and a tour bus there
Hotels everywhere
Now the firm are inside (?)
So I got to run riot in this thing
Pals banged up so the hear me on the wing
From no body to somebody in a split
Second, I felt I was living like a king
Compared to the flat stairs and a spliff
Free styling about dreams I would live
With more flair than you’d ever seen in a kid
No other young don will ever do it like I did
Might be men that are ten times bigger in the game
But they couldn’t throw dirt on my name, no way
As long as I’m alive and vexed
You couldn’t the type of respect I’ve attained
Whitey not bolger (???) striking you over
Why thing shells (???) been slung by a soldier
Win a mobo
For me a no no
Liverpool, echo arena, game over
We still a buzz though, I don’t give a fuck bro (?)
Feel the heat, but I’m sweet like kung pao
I could leave these artists behind
With two torn Achilles on a track when I run slow
Two top tens and a gold disk
Ain’t bad for a kid from the wrong bits
When you might get stabbed in the Bow quick
By familiar foes or an unknown
Levels could never be questioned
How could I settle for less when
I bring out the best in the best men
I leave all the rest on their death beds
Enemies breathless
Memories emptied
If your tings worthy I’m definitely sending
I shoulda asked where mans been
I let tune go its a gas leak
Come a long way from the gapped teeth
The pallis pavilions and the stampedes
The ringers, the cat Ds
The jail house, the canteen
Never did 419 with no uncle, all my ni***s where anti
I just dropped a classic
Dropped the top in the drop top jumped out and dropped of the baggage
Dem man there just cock block and panic
My ni***s dem just lock stock and barrel
No snap chat please knock of the camera
I got tools I ain’t used in years please don’t draw out the long lost mechanic
Blood poor out your top when I grab it
Ripped t shirt, top tier business
Too cold what kind of moncler is this
What do you know about gone clear distance
How are these man trying to compare infants
Mind how you talking to bludclart giants
You’re pissed off
They missed me with the same sling shot that slaughtered Goliath
Big box when I call the suppliers
Saying top 5 for the last ten years and they calling me biased
How do you believe their truth when you know they’re normally liars
I wouldn’t call that a mosh pit
I’d call it a riot
I am so consistent
Mans normally tired
I never thought I’d see 34
I got ni***s that have been given a 34
I’ve been around 30 plus give me 30 more
30 plus 30 more
Bruddah came home 3rd of the 4th (?)
(???) naddy was happy like the 3rd d-warf
Can’t sell crack when you serve the lord
Picked up the pen and I swerved the sword