| Blud, can you see what I’m seeing?
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| Living around spiteful human beings
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| Can’t have something that’s worth anything
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| 'Cause someone you think you trust wants to pree it
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| More time, man think that I can’t see it
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| But I play dumb like I don’t know what a tree is
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| They must think I’m a dunce, but I’ve never been
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| A wasteman from the east end like Ian
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| I’m a smart London boy, no CM
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| When I started, I had no pot to pee in
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| Anything I want, I put the work in
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| So I don’t sleep like I don’t know what a Z is
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| Listen: if I want that, it’s mine if I see it
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| Give me a few weeks, a mic, and you’ll see it
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| I ain’t talking about one of them ones
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| That will get me shifts sitting in the back of the Prius
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| I’m lidge, banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| It’s all changed from I was a young lad
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| And I would have been alright with the new TNs
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| I used to sit in front of the TV
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| Watching Nickelodeon, Fox Kids and CN
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| Now it’s all work, work, work, till I can’t work anymore
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| 'Cause I wanna get that P in
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| If it’s politics, don’t involve me in
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| Keep calm like Once Upon A Grime’s tee is
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| Me and my dargs couldn’t ever fall out
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| Cuh me and my bruddas ain’t Noel or Liam
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| 'Nuff of these youts ain’t bad on the road
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| But they know about gunman when they’re MCing
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| Blud, what’s to say if you sent for your gunner
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| That he wouldn’t be a myth like Martin Kian? |
| You prick
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| I’m about my honey like Melissa
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| Might come to your ends like Nisa
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| I will drag man out of his Nissan
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| Don’t play with a man’s contra
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| And I’ll thump man right in the bloodclart kisser
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| Can’t listen to man be inner
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| All of my opps that don’t like me can’t do shit
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| So of course I’m a bloodclart winner
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| What you know about long nights out with the driller?
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| Warm up dons like dinner
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| The whole ends know I’m a grinder
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| Crush MCs like OG vanilla
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| Wu Tang line, I’m a Ghostface Killah
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| Cuh badderman realer
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| So much raw like man are Godzilla
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| Girl wan' press like manaman’s Jigga
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| Face is dead but I like her figure
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| Man can’t watch face but you’re chasing figures?
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| Ain’t fooled by fillers
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| Basic hoes, gotta school my hittas
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| Man fi start ball out on his old niggas
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| That used to get fucked left, right, and centre
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| By these barely active old spitters
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| I ain’t ever been scared of these bowkittens
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| Talk too much, that’s why I can’t smoke with 'em
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| Bless you, my flows mess you
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| Intercept you, dem man kestral
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| Rock fake kettles, you sound special
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| I short-breath you, burn out rentals
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| Punch out dental appointments
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| Man can’t tell a man eff all
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| Big tings kill off your kids like bumbaclart menthol
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| I ain’t ever been judgemental
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| But they move detrimental
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| Banging out the music ting till I’m rich
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| And I’ve got the keys to the new BM
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| I’m the rarest to ever do it
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| If I’m pursuing, you’ll be left in ruins
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| Hospital bed or sipping on fluids
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| It’s me plus the whole damn crew in
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| And I’m swinging like Jane and Tarzan
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| I’ll cause a drop like Kozzie on «Spartan»
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| Everyting lit till it’s first-degree arson
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| Wicked man, Max man, marksman
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| Sickers, I’m my own one
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| Spit like me, I don’t know one
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| Don’t tweet me, ring my 070 one
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| You will get spun with a new or old one
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| Sickers, I’ve been running through hoes
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| Me against you, it’s anything goes
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| Come from Umbro trainers with holes
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| Now it’s GH don licking down shows
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| Cloak and dagger
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| Black NWO, black bandana
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| Pay homage to the flow, that’s a bad manor
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| Got the gold tooth like it’s old ragga
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| Arms all wham like gravediggers
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| Dem man dere don’t rate Sickers
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| Dem girl fucked like eight of us
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| Swing, swing, swing like Mayweather’s
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| All-black winter, R6 ninja
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| Magnum binges, never had Tinder
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| Right hook just missed by a whisker
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| My girl’s butt done shut down Insta
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| You can’t predict it, look how I flipped it
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| Ten years' time, you man’ll all witness
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| All-black MAC-10
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| Can’t send back if I already wrapped him
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| Sickers |