[Intro]
That's that Bengal spice
Waiting for my six hot wings
His egg fried rice
I'd better-
Know how we lads wang
Yo, yo

[Verse]
If you want the Bs and the whites
Catch him on Central Drive
Outside Bengal Spice waiting for my six hot wings
His egg fried rice
Real life
Late nights on the drive
Like 'you good, bro? What you after?'
Ask for my number, pull out my grafter
Man said 'swear I've seen you before'
Yeah I've probably jacked you
Man already told 'em before
If man's got what I'm after
Maybe I-
Maybe I-
Yo
Sometimes I sit back and think
Well, why've I got all these punks in my way?
Couldn't give a fuck what they say
Man's been hungry from day
Head fucked up from a young age
But I still get about with a smile on
Get back to my yard on a right one
Night time, grab a three five and a light one
Man already told 'em before
'Round here I'm the nice one
Better bet you couldn't find one sick guy that I lied from
And for that I thank prison
'Cause if I never went, true
Where I went, true
This skinny mixed-race yute would've gone missing
10 o' clock news business, television
I'd have had all of my eaters pissing
But nah, fuck that
I don't want to help accomplish their mission
I'm trying to succeed
More time, man's got a vision
And I just want people to listen
Without my fans, yeah wouldn't be me
Spit like Devilman
Dance like Dyl B's sis dry humping a tree
It's a mad ting what I talk about it in my vids, that's true
But you don't own me and I don't know you
So what can you tell man?
Yo, bare man wanna talk shit about Afghan
But they don't know me
They don't know Dan but they know my team
Hashtag TeamAfdan, yeah that's me
And if you're from Fleetwood or Preston, go suck your mum
Dun know, them man can't come around me
It's a Blackpool ting every time I go in
Blackpool ting every time I speak
It's a northwest ting every time I'm flowing
Seaside ting, every time man jumped on the beach
'Round here we don't chat to police
Get caught snitching, get a slash in your cheek
Or worse than that
Got a few man queuing in your bedrooms round here with a big hearse and that
Little couple sick kids from Brum that'll make your bum run when they burst and that
With a couple twisted Scousers that'll jack up your grandma's purse and that
It gets worse than that
Trust me, yeah

[Outro]
Jheeezus!