[Intro: Joe Grind]
Yeah
Oi this beat sound like some game
But man know we don't play games you know
Let man know

[Verse 1: Joe Grind]
Mans so sick that's why I get sick pay
Work hard and I don't take sick days
I've had sick days, from Ménage à trois I've had six ways
Mans been and fought at some sick raves
I could bun out a mixtape in six days
Show one of your works that's them sick gains
Think you're six heavy that's same kids ways
Mans been out here check the mixtapes
Two 19 back to 06' days
Them SM1 [?] days
Man was on the ground then we switched trains
Mans got the bag its done been claimed
Made hard work from my hard work cah my work rates insane
Mans fire right now but I've been burnt
Mans turned up now but i been turned, down
Shit could've been worse, how?
Cah man could've been murked
Man could've been nits could've been bird, did
But I ain't so I been working
Far place man i scream verses
Try tell me I ain't been murking
Are you crazy doggy?
These man gimmicks like crazy froggy
These man outface i give them props
The only prop i got is i do shit properly
I sell crack cuz, call me papi
Swing that way but, man are on me
Are you mad cuz I been killing this game
You pricks couldn't even get in the lobby
[Hook: Joe Grind, JME]
I pay the cost to be the boss
It doesn't work i make a loss
It works out i make profit
Got more tricks up my socks
Mans flipped way more than mans flopped
Mans hit way more than mans dodged
Man gives way more than mans got
Rep nines but now i call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss
It doesn't work i make a loss
It works out i make profit
Got more tricks up my socks
Mans flipped way more than mans flopped
Mans hit way more than mans dodged
Man gives way more than mans got
Rep nines but now i call shots (Serious)

[Verse 2: JME]
Man are dead that's why they make dead tunes
Roll in with a likkle dead crew
Man don't bread you
With them bumper car looking dead shoes
650 pound dead food (2012)
Rap meets grime JME and Joe Grind fed you
Coming like grime, rice and residue
Come in like mans nice mans blessed you
Now mans still on a level you can't get to
These dogs you man will get fed to
They'll chew you up and digest you
I'm the boss you man playing guess who
Still getting violated by feds too
On streets it's peak every week i see flashing red blue
But i don't care
Mans been offline i see so clear
Nike air white fam baby for the whole year
Bit of drama but we won't go there
Man went SSJ, do with gold hair
Fan base ain't going nowhere
Grime MC FM man will roll there
This flows too sick but i got a better one boy no spare
Let me tell you something
Rude boy you will never get their respect
Don't matter if you shoot or cut em
Or kidnap or flippin gun butt em
Fam can't tell me nothing
Big mouth yutes don't make me shut em
Are you mad mans killing this game
You eedyats don't even know the buttons
[Hook: Joe Grind]
I pay the cost to be the boss
It doesn't work i make a loss
It works out i make profit
Got more tricks up my socks
Mans flipped way more than mans flopped
Mans hit way more than mans dodged
Man gives way more than mans got
Rep nines but now i call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss
It doesn't work i make a loss
It works out i make profit
Got more tricks up my socks
Mans flipped way more than mans flopped
Mans hit way more than mans dodged
Man gives way more than mans got
Rep nines but now i call shots