[Chorus]
Kicked out the game's what you get
Me? I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
Kicked out the game's what you get
Me? I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
Kicked out the game's what you get
Me? I walk out the game, then I walk back in it
Kicked out the game's what you get
Me? I walk out the game, then I walk back in it

[Verse 1]
Certain pricks try and call my name like dem man are ready for the king
No way, I live in the city of sin
Where you will trip up but you gotta get up
Girls try to set up but that's not a ting
I've got haters, raters plus alligators
Plus newcomers that are gonna try a ting
So I prepare myself, got [?] my health
Pen to paper, then I start writing about
Everyday life on a everyday hype like
Every day's mines and no day's yours
Watch the crowd sing along, 08' touring
I had the girls, yeah, Nolay's raw
But I want five mics, you get under four
And I ain't say a lot, but the kids say more
The work rate's high but your one's poor
Who am I? I'm real, add nine to a score
Add nine to a score, I'm in my late twenties
Before I reach three-o, I'm gonna be rich
So don't joke about my age if you're near twenty-four
Cause four years go quite quick
The flow's quite sick, I gave 'em a bit
But that weren't enough so I gave 'em more
The 21st century holds me responsible
For grime kids that are going on raw