[Intro]
Yo, no long intro needed, yeah
Fuck this dickhead crackhead
Thinks cause he's on Lord of the Mics, he's hard
Come on, 30, you're boring
(Yawn), listen

[Verse]
Row D's saying my name cause he wants
A likkle piece of the pie, n***a, that's life
You're 30, you're 30
And you take lines of the (sniff), lines of the white
You suffer from depression, I was gonna ease you up
Fuck that, it's grime
I'm gonna clean the scene, fam, it's time
Fuck every single little batty get-along guy
You begged PK for a feature
You begged Big Zuu for a feature
You begged Jay Amm for a feature
You begged Saint P for a feature
You're 30+ on the Macclesfield team
Sniffing lines of the fuel won't make you harder
MTM is under 21s
And we're topping the league, next team, we're Barca
You don't know what I know about you
You're a jeweller and you'll get a minimum too
Gassed your fans that I don't move food
But you grabbed the T off me for your dudes
You grabbed the T off me for your mum
Probably done half of the ting on your ones
Eskimo Dance, you were twiddling thumbs
Cuh nobody wanted you onstage, tough luck
Said that you brought Mic Ty but you didn't though
You've been spraying ten years and you didn't blow
My boy from Grove piped your ex
And you spit about her all day, bet you didn't know
Talk about murk on a dub was dumb cuh
Now you can't even go west or south cause
I'll punch you in your yellow teeth mout
And I don't even do mic chat, I do road, so
You have draws in a little pink sock, you're a bum
Oh, you wanna chat about me and my funds?
I've got a whip and you stay at your mum's
And you flick draws off Jay, it's so dumb
You begged Tiatsim for a lift Wembley
After the Alibi set, you were burning
Try sit down on the curb like assembly
Asked us man for a lift, got a burning
You got left in the cold, you're a sideman
Us man are younger than you, more hunger than you
You're a twig, us n***as all stronger than you
Sent for Zuu, it got longer for you
What you gonna do if you see me on set
Cuh you can't hide behind Jammz?
No, I'm not coming to your crib in Kings Cross, fam
You're just a certified fan
XP put you in the mud on a normal
This little dub right here's informal
You're still staying at your mum's, that's awful
You're still diving through pum with a snorkel
Itching cause you weren't lying for the fame
Row D, no one's gonna buy that name
You're a victim, you ain't gonna slide back way
Come Grove, guarantee you're gonna die that day
I went uni cause I've got brains
You make change but you've got no chains
You're broke, all you do is sniff and smoke
And cry about how your ex girl got poked
"Gay Jay Snakey", yeah, that's a good one
If I belled your girlfriend, then she would come
I didn't really wanna send but I'm bored, so
Might still catch a man's set on a hood one
Everybody tryna take sides, man see you
Trust me, right now, I wouldn't wanna be you
Row D, I got a blue tick in a year
And you've been tryna call for a tick for a year
Now I won't flick you a T cause you're broke
Your credit rating's wrong, too low
Unmatched designer, yeah, that's calm
But unmatching tracksuits, fam, you're a joke
YouTube comments, all day you're getting corn
Waste of an egg, should've never got born
I'm Row D's dad, not a metaphor
Quick "Catz Riddim", no long peppercorn
It's Row D
Still no wheel
Spit another sixteen, still no wheel
Bum licked the DJ, still no wheel
I performed at birthdays and you crept onstage
Capo and Nico didn't wanna spit
Cuh they came to support and you came to spray
Everywhere I go, "Naila" gets played
Been in the venue, crowd's going mad
Row D dub? Never gets played
SoundCloud, you've got two real plays
SoundCloud, rudeboy, check my plays
Withdrawal, withdrawal
You're a cat, likkle big man, withdrawal
You're a cat, you're a cat, got withdrawal
Couldn't bring yourself, you got withdrawal
Withdrawal, withdrawal
Never got PRS, got withdrawal
Don't get reloads, got withdrawal
Spent all your dough, you got withdrawal
AJ from the Lane
Bun an MC like flame
Oh, what a shame
It's the end of the game
[Outro]
You sniffhead
You dirty sniffhead
Don't fucking @ me, you pussy, man
Then I draw my energy out on dem tings dere
Everyone knows you're shit, fam
Stop fucking chatting shit
About spin people in MTP, bruv
My little brother don't even spit, he'll spin you
You're just a pensioner, you fucking dickhead, bruv