[Intro]
Yo
Yungen
23, my birthday's today
No pre-record
Alright SB it's been a minute man
Look

[Verse]
I don't even do grime
Went from a Q to them fans in a Q at my sold out show, you know I've always been a man for them lines
From South London, all we know is grind
Some went the church road, some man died
Ask about me, I ain't never run away from no scraps but God forgive me if I bust my 9
God forgive me if I take your girl
God forgive me if I ain't been writing bars, I was writing my bro in jail
Been 3 months, he ain't had no mail
Shit got real, I was in Madrid when I got the call that he never got bail
Now he's in a box and he's looking at a 12, that's the last thing I wanted to hear on myself
We in the 7
You know Play Dirty, you know Section
You know Stormzy, that's my bredrin
My size running tings no questions
Them man can't fuck with the South right now let alone try fuck with my G's
Don't ask me where is the love, man will get black eyed for my P's
I made like 20 grand off my mixtape, another 10 grand off shows
All them girls wanna suck my dick mate, why the hell would I still be on road
Fake rappers don't wanna support, maybe because them man there are getting knowed
Yeah you've got more followers than me, but I know how much he did you sold
Man can't chat to me, I've got fans
You're still hoping the AC bangs
Tryna stack mo', make more grands
If I ain't done it yet, best know it's in the plans
So, this year I need a MOBO
They must've thought that I lost my MOJO
I've been getting girls all my life, I might have beat your's to Casey and JoJo
Man might drop a mixtape with Bo-bo
Do it no promo
Young OG shit, I be on my low so
Everywhere I go now they wanna take photos
But I'm still the same old kid, still running with the same old crew
Really started from the bottom like Drake, so you know success is due
But I'm in the bits, I'm with the clique
My bro Scrap just spent 30 on a whip
I'm with a chick, don't give brain but she tick
Big bum make me bus' quick
I don't ever slip
Better know bro's got the...
You don't wanna get your wig clipped
I was getting knicked
You was getting wrapped in cotton way before I did that tune with Chip
I was the lightskinned saviour, galdem taker
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Chestnut jumper, Huarache sneaker
Been ten years I still ain't beat Shaniquea
Been ten years since I beat the first nina
Beat man, take a man's money on FIFA
Still tryna get my bro S that VISA
Put more money on my VISA
Hey, look, man better know that there's limits
Man better know if his girl's in the club then I'm leaving with her and them digits
I ain't into no funny man business
So miss me with them gimmicks
I hear a couple Uni man tryna be critics
Like I don't get your Uni loan in 10 minutes
Yeah I get chips and I get it in portions
Them man there can never catch up, that's a warning and a caution
The mandem tell me I'm hard, the posh kids tell me I'm awesome
Thank God I got to see 23 and I'm still running the game in my Jordans
Bang, they ain't on nothing