| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Certain pricks try and call my name like dem man are ready for the king
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| No way, I live in the city of sin
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| Where you will trip up but you gotta get up
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| Girls try to set up but that’s not a ting
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| I’ve got haters, raters plus alligators
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| Plus newcomers that are gonna try a ting
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| So I prepare myself, got my health
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| Pen to paper, then I start writing about
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| Everyday life on a everyday hype like
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| Every day’s mines and no day’s yours
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| Watch the crowd sing along, 08' touring
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| I had the girls, yeah, Nolay’s raw
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| But I want five mics, you get under four
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| And I ain’t say a lot, but the kids say more
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| The work rate’s high but your one’s poor
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| Who am I? |
| I’m real, add nine to a score
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| Add nine to a score, I’m in my late twenties
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| Before I reach three-o, I’m gonna be rich
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| So don’t joke about my age if you’re near twenty-four
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| Cause four years go quite quick
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| The flow’s quite sick, I gave 'em a bit
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| But that weren’t enough so I gave 'em more
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| The 21st century holds me responsible
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| For grime kids that are going on raw
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| I’m colder alie, that’s right, Wiley’s older alie
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| There’s a few badman that I know on the road
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| They know me why I’m a soldier alie
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| I’m colder alie, too cold for them
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| Alie, them man ain’t cold, they are spengs
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| Saw me on the ends but they never said a word
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| But they wanna try a ting with twenty-two friends
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| Ain’t twenty-two but I’ve had many, two lengs left
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| Still feel strong, ain’t got no strength left
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| Forget benchpress
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| I’m old-school like a Webley Tempest, had one way back
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| Skeamz, just give me a beat and I’ll spray that
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| When I spray bars I’m colder alie
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| The return of the North West stroller alie
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| Alie, I’ve got fam in North West
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| Some spitters wanna talk till they got no talk left
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| None of them boys ain’t colder alie
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| See me, KB and Riko and Gareth
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| Stopped at the shops, black alie
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| I’m the black cloud that’s over your life
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| I ain’t gonna move, don’t try and remove me
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| There’s no way you are going to me
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| I’m too unruly, I’m colder alie
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| I’ve got your girl in a dance with my tunes playing, grime tunes playing
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| You was sway before but now you’re swaying
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| There’s a few spitters that I rate in the scene
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| But you’re not one of, that’s what I’m saying
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| And there’s a ton of youts that ain’t playing
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| You can’t test none of them, speak in poetry
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| Ain’t gonna save him, it ain’t gonna pay him
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| While I’m on the grind like pay out, day in
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| Wiley’s in power, Ghetts is in charge?
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| He wouldn’t last an hour with Devlin, Scorcher
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| Skepta, Jme, Frisco or Marc
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| Plus the kids now have got heart, the scene’s too dark
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| Couldn’t outsmart the new grime wave
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| They’re on point? |
| They don’t know the half
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| Yeah I’m on point, I’ve got three different paths
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| And a fourth one, five years' time where we kipped upstairs
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| Sleep, I don’t care if you wake up
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| Waste your time, I make money and laugh
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| It’s my path, I choose my direction
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| I do the deals and I take my half
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| Don’t wanna do it but I gotta be a businessman
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| Them times, start going on harsh
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| I told everybody that I’m gonna make sure
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| I save all my best till last
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Kicked out the game’s what you get
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| Me? |
| I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
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| Eskiboy
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| Eskiboy
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| Eskiboy
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| Eskiboy
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| You know what it is |