Eski boy
It's all fun and games tilll
Volume 2, step 16
Hold on tight my yout, everyting cool, everyting nice, seen!

Lyrics
Yo!
Yo

Still steppin'
Pound notes I'm gettin'
Said i don't rep but i'm always reppin'
Last 10 years man i put that work in
And thats what some of them are forgettin'
You can remind a man i've been there trekkin'
Looking for the ways to get my next cheque in
All worked out in the end though
Now it's all business class when i check in

You're so surprised that i ain't in a band yet
Got drums on my iPhone handset
I got artists, they ain't got friends in the game
Nobody ain't givin them a hand yet
Imma rise up like yeah i can't stand it
I'm going on my own like a one man bandit
Wait, for who, are you mad, I would have sold these tunes on vinyl while before transit
Oh what I tink I'm cruising again
You was herr mendes, losin' again
Everybody thinks they're bigger than a mic
Check the top 5 like who is it again
Like Skepta I'm doing it again
I walked in the dance bought 2 in it again
Yesterday I got drunk on champagne, and tonight I'm doing it again
In the astra listening to saxon
Puttin' 'em away like Marco van Basten
I'm like musical youth but I come from Bow and them man are all from Edgbaston
F you're favourite spitters, 'cos I've already clashed 'em
Doesn't really matter which accent they got
Go to war, no attachments, straight after I'm going in a bashment