Yo, b-b-bags
To book Boy Better Know, that's bags
Man tried put my name on the flag
Told my man "take my name off rags"
Slags
All wanna suck man's bags
Told my man better call me an Uber
True say, man don't deal with cabs
Frass
All these MCs are brass
I was like "what's my name?"
I'll leave an MC dead like CAS
Wow, who's that ras?
I killed pussy MCs in mass
Make 'em pray to me like Sunday mass
True say, us man are wicked and bad
Look around me
Only real n***as around me
Like 15 tracksuits
My n***as blacked out like Audi
My n***as ready for the war like Saudi
In the east end with the cats like Alfie
(DTI)
Megaman's hat
Skeppy bought Megaman back
From the hood where a n***a might sell a man crack
That's where I come from, I tell a man that
What real n***as gonna tell a man trap?
None of my n***as will tell a man that
Roll with my n***as all day long
[?] jail, can't send a man back
This one's for Ghetts
This one's for Stratford Rex
This one's for the skets
And for the badboys that wanna send threats
This one's for the haters
And for the n***as that don't get cheques
Us man flex
All my tunes, they bang like sex
Signing
None of my Gs are signing
I'm in a crew full of badboy MCs
So you know that I gotta put extra time in
It's all about timing
Sometimes only one n***a's shining
I'mma throw down when I'm rhyming
Roll deep in the ends, no biking
If you ain't really from the ends and man sight you
It's an on sight ting
Dem man try fuck with the powers
Until they get struck by lightning
Bare tunes compiling
Bare tunes in the hard drives that's filing
I might kill an MC, no violin
One take, give an MC a hiding