[Intro: Kay Rico]
Uh, yo Aitch? What we saying?
N***as should know better? Yeah
What we saying?

[Chorus: Kay Rico]
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey

[Verse 1: Kay Rico]
Fuck that fam, I’m ready to go
Lettin' you know, that I’m coming with the heaviest smoke
Try and approach, then I'm giving man several of pokes
It’s no joke, I ain’t dying anytime, I’m woke
Apply pressure when I back the flicky out of the coat
Control situations like I carry remotes
Any n***a wanna act up I’m turning them ghost
Doing the most, make a brudda wan' do 10 toes (Mi bring through) Whole leap ah pattern with one bag of flex
You think seh me a go let my pen rest
Wake up in the morning and hold a fresh
Put on mi coat and steppers and step
Money affi mek, money ah di object
If a gyal you a chase first, dat nah correct
How you garn keep a gyal beside you
When you don’t even have a lot of money fi spend (Yo)
A what you chat bout, me have it, me have it
Whole leap a pound inna mi wallet
If a nuh me wallet then me pocket
Born hustler me can't stop it
Tek what, left what, me a go shot him
A my money dat you can't have it
See with your eyes don’t touch it
If you touch it my darg
Swear down upon my life me a go bruk it
Mek pussyhole warn squeal like puppy
[Chorus: Kay Rico]
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey

[Verse 2: Aitch]
Ay
I don't bang squares but I bang bad bitches (Ay)
You know, say, I shell down grime on a regs
Hold up a hot sec, let me switch it (Shell it)
Don't serve both in the trap but I can merk both when I rap cah I'm gifted
Jump on a grime dub one day, next day, jump on a trap beat (Uh)
Can't tell me I'm predictive
White kid doin' up sick shit
Check crib sessions, Westwood my witness
Spit a quick lyric and spirits get lifted
Shue down shows on my ones, I ain't never been assisted (No way)
And the fans still jumpin' about
Fuck a flip blade, you can get tumped in the mouth
But true say, shh got shh when he shh'd in the house
See me with bros, that's RB, A1, K and M, nuff love for them (My guys)
Eight real dons in my circle, other than that, all the rest just friends
They know my face and I don't know their's
But I don't give a F cah I'm still on ends (Fuck 'em)
Long time I ain't seen Renz, we was on the C doin' nuttin' but shh
Gassin' and chattin' 'bout clappin'
I'm rapping it, stacking, I'm laughin' my head off at them
Shootin' and stabbin' but can't take a smacking
To me, that's not active, I'm just talking sense
Attack it so rapid, the riddim is damaged
Man come like assassin, I'm fuckin' immense
Now them man are static, don't back they can hack it
MC's better panic, I've done it again (Baow, baow)
[Chorus: Kay Rico]
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey
I ain’t from Harlem but I’m a spartan, yeah, like Loski
After I done that dirt, she really try phone me
I was with shh, doin' shh, with the shh, with a few of the brodie’s
How dare they approach me?
Like I weren’t equipped with the pokey