"Oi Oi,
 Jackie Boy"
"C’mon, Jackie Boy!"
"C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, liven up mate, c’mon!"
"Nah, you’re not still moping about are ya?" (Ayy)
"I’m in the Nelson, you coming down here or what?"

Been on it for days
Poking the baccy back into the spliff with the tip of my lace
This gaff is a maze
I’m like a rat for the cheddar
As soon as I get it, I’ll get the fuck outta this place
Can’t deal with the city
It smell like somebody died in it and nobody’s phased
I want a gaff in the country
Where all of the locals would love just to spit in my face
What can I say?
I been a bollocks since I can remember, it’s not gonna change
Mammy she always beliеved me
Called mе a demon
But knew I was made for the stage
Can’t help that you’re jealous
That all of my fellas been living the dream as of late
I coulda stayed in the deli
But they wouldn’t gimme a lend of the minimum wage
Who you been speaking to?
Who you been talking to?
Where did you get all that info?
It’s fake
I hear the gossip, I open my wallet
I welcome the traffic that comes to the page
I got the talent, the hustle, the vision, the muscle, I triple the cash in the bank
All of your videos look like a talent show, all of my shit looks like Citizen Kane
White women on the porcelain
Each of them has got endorsements
Lost a couple endorphins
I been Power Ranger mighty morphin’
Crew assemble, let the sword swing
Man, the guillotine was gettin’ boring
I been choppin’ heads, making orphans
Killin’ everybody of importance
And it’s not gonna stop
Hit the stage with a bucket and mop
Cleaning up like I’m here on the clock
I'm up to my neck in the shit that they talk
, Yop
Bike used to come with the shox
Used to pick of the dole up by the shops
Reality check had to pull up the socks
I bet on myself and I doubled the pot
Pussy, and what?
They couldn’t keep little Jack in the box
They used to laugh at me busking on Grafton Street
Now I got the life I know that they want
They gave me a little, I wanted a lot
They couldn’t see it, I told ‘em just watch
Call me prophetic
I gave up a lot just to get it so fuck it, I stunt and I flaunt
Cos'
Now, I’m gettin’ slop top on my days off
Told her she can quit the day job
I’m not cut from what they’re made of
Took my own route and it paid off
Fuck slowing down, I’mma take off
Hot box while we’re watching 'Bake Off
Dishin’ handshakes like a mob boss
That, hmm, Paul Hollywood smile
Mary Berry, that’s the style
Money stack up like a pile
I’m countin’ it, it’s gonna take me a while
Me? 
King of the Emerald Isle
You? hit me? Ya missed by a mile
You’re back at home tryna sell out a show
While I’m out in Paris like I’m Destiny’s Child (famous)
How could he be so shameless?
I heard your tape and man it’s anus
Why ya sound like Johnny Vegas?
Johnny Bravo couldn’t save ya
Doing pills, I’m out the matrix
You just say shit just to say shit
Nah you just say shit just to say shit
I’m not like that, I don’t back track
If I talk shit, then I back that
Put your Ma’s gaff in the Sat Nav
Do a wee wee, make her wah-wah
I go ha ha ha ha ha ha
Dumb fuck, you get laughed at
In my lab coat
You’re a lab rat
Should have never let me outta Cabra
Fuck ‘em

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