[Verse 1]
So I hate when I talk to my boy from pen and he acts like "Cuz you forgotten me" (Boy)
I ain’t got time to shit let alone come check you, blud (What?)
You know I’m hot property (Nana)
I got property
Right now I’m in Europe fucking up shit
More than the economy
So when you land, you know I got you properly

[Chorus]
I bring my people through with everything I do
You reppin' me, I fuck wid’ you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
If you a snitchin’ little bitch and you love singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you

[Verse 2]
Yo, fuck so good make a bitch wanna fight me
Wanna rolex? Ring Wiley
When I was a bum (Bum), no-one really liked me
Now it's time someone went a got a new job for Tinie
I’m only playing (Ayy)
I’m just saying, that my shits so hard I’m constipated
Overworked (Worked), underrated
Now my tings poppin’ off, no gun relation
Grind all day but I ain’t roller blading
All eyes on MOI, holla baby (Nana)
No love for the X, on that note, T
Tell Kelly I've got that motivation
Look, I beg, someone find Max online, let her know I wanna smash her from the back (Woo)
If not Sarah Jane can come give me brain and put them big red lips on my sack (Sack)
I’ll be killin’ it 'cause I’ll be getting bread (Bread)
Hard doe, number 1′s all day on the chart show
So fuck you and your 90 track mixtape
That's a million bars of asshole (Ha)
My flows erect and it opens legs (Yeah)
It's fly than a motherfucking jumbo jet
What a selfish bastard, no respect
You know Dapz (Dapz), no regrets
I still roll through my hood and I wear my chain
Fuck a top boy, Scorcher and Bashy can’t do the same (Ha)
Real recognised, real (Woo)
How many albums have you sold today? (Ah)
I ain’t saying that I'm Wayne or Kanye
But I’m living life on the runway
If you're nang, I’ll be like "Welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play"
King of the jungle, hardest can be
I dare you to let your chick party with me
I'm Tarzan and I'm hung like a tree (Yeah)
Imagine if your new-born pops out looking exactly like moi (Woo)
Banter, but on the real tell get her own Pampers
Because I’ll be on the tour bus getting pampered
I heard Simon Cowell thinks I’m a little wanker (Haha)
And I'm getting on his tits like cancer (Yeah)
And I don’t wanna start mentioning names (Fuck it)
Where they all now? They're bankrupt
Joe McElderry, oh what a stand up
Alexandra, pull your socks up
Where you hits at? You ain’t no winner (He)
I feel bad 'cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting raped by a Mason
That shit fucking upsets me, 'cause it don’t get me (What?)
Try bring them near me (Never)
Coming 'round with a hands out, wanting a hand out
Ah, that's too political (Political)
I don’t care about a Bentley, Gucci or a Fendi (Why?)
Man's living in a spaceship
You got clapped by a (Bang)
Your girl got macked by a (Bang)
That smooth criminal (Ayy)
I’m a product of my environment (Yeah)
I ain’t sayin’ me and you are any different (Nah)
I’m just planning an early retirement
I don’t mean Surrey when I say I’m going Kingston
Every mans welcome to fly along distance
We be on the beach with Weed Man Winston! Winston!
Plus I’m the craziest ting out the United Kingdom
[Chorus]
I bring my people through with everything I do
You reppin' me, I pop fuck you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
If you a snitchin’ little bitch and you love singin’ to the blues
Well this song wasn’t made for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I’m coming, I’m coming, for you

[Outro]
I ain't even going in
I'm just fuck around, they worried
You know me, I'd rather be singing my shit anyway
We got K's motherfucker
Poom day