[Intro]
You get me, are you mad?
AJ from the Lane
And we're inside, Logan Sama
AJ Tracey, Lil Tracey EP out now, go grab that
You get me, shout out all the mandem on deh so
Big tings are gwan
But we're gonna get into this yeah
Shout out all the mandem, MTP MTM YGG
You get me, yeah yeah
Shout out Dave
What we saying?
Yo, listen, look, look

[Verse 1]
Man's from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
She asked who I am but she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that's bros
Famdem, let's go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with the smoke, click clack blow
Man chat 'nough, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gob
You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob
Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob
Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don't do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead
If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre
Cah the beat sound like an amm pack to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4
Don't chase girls, lose one, there's-
I said don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Shutting down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room
[Verse 2]
Look, fam I don't play that
Big M10, man ah spray that
Gripping on a mac in the rain in a rain mac
I do road like a Maybach
I put the dough in the trap then it came back
Talking 'bout couple bands, when I made that
Jerk man's food, I ain't scared of a payback
Labels want WAV files for the playback
Wait, got the scene locked like a A-Cat
Anything that you want, fam, I'ma take that
Take my man's girl, take that
Tell that girl come back and shake that
I'm swiping my card like Kaiba
Man bag brown like Naila
Got a couple peng tings looking like Kylie
But you could never take man for a Tyga
People think that I name drop
But na fam, I love the mandem, and
I don't spud, I hug the mandem
Tell a peng ting 'You ain't above the mandem'
Promoters are vex at me
Solo but- aight you know what, bring me Logan, let me get something fresh in-listen

[Interlude]
Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Grime on a, drill on a
Don't copy my pattern
Listen, you get me, Lil Tracey out now
[Verse 3 over "This Ain't a Game" by Sir Spyro]
Look, drill on a grime beat, grime on a drill beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
No, thought he wasn't gonna say-
Mmm, one more time, listen, look, look
Grime on a drill beat, drill on a grime beat
Brudda, don't copy my pattern
Bulldoze, man ah get flattened, everything patterned
Ching chow shine like Hatton
Woah, but I don't box like Floyd
Na I wasn't gonna say Hatton
Everybody thinks that they're bad 'til they're doing up sprints
Tryna run Usain from the cannon
No, I ain't Kodak
But I got a couple dreads from the throwback
That'll run up with a rocket and blow that
Word to Giggs, you'll get banged for the throwback
Look, I come through with a O pack
They're saying "AJ's cold, did you know that?"
Peng brown ting just stepped in the room
And she gave man neck till my eyes start roll back
I said "Hold that"
Then I'm off on a jog down the road, akh
Talking 'bout Grove and Golborne Road, akh
Talking 'bout somethings in Latimer Road, akh
Used to throw balls to the cats from the snow pack
Now I do shows
Man just re-up on my bars, let 'em go
Got a whole box for the low, ayy
Got a whole box for the low, yeah
Cranked in 0 for 1 sec then done
Cranked for days, I ain't seen that sun
Put a hand on bro then God bless your mum
'Cause I swear to God she won't see her son
Skrr the car on main road, best done
If I sku-du-du-du-du-du, man's done
Ask for beef and man might get bun
Can't squash the beef, that's not how this tu'n
And now 10's on the map
I used to have both in the trap
Tommy and James on my lap
See, money is power like the program
So I had to ghost that pack
Yeah, I was out there doing loads
I was doing loads for the cash, ayy
I was doing loads for the cash
Yeah
W10 2013
We let the .. blow, let off the ..
Nice in the grime scene, now I'm all comfy
Pray for this yout' 'cause he thinks he will slump me
Hail Mary, I rain on his dumb cleet
Don't wife .., she was a dumb beat
You're not Johan, you can't run me
I'm not a hash zoot, no, you can't bun me
Beg you go back home, spitting that whack flow
My flow's kind to the ears, lovely
Got a younger letting off, dumpy
No, you can't move to my girls, you're ugly
You're like Messi, small on the pitch
But I'm heavy like Rooney, you can't budge me
I'm an MC, I can get a hammer
Couple wise words: please don't touch me
You will get left on the floor in your blood, G
Beef on my lone, on my ones like Bugzy
Thought you're a gyalist? Yeah
Them same girls told man where you live, that's clumsy
Beg you run yard, beg you tell Mumzy
Beg you tell Dad, you can get wrapped
Couldn't give a uff what you're benching
Beef, not a fist ting, skinny so skeng ting
I wear Trapstar
Map work, map star
Real recognise real, you're a actor
I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya
I like slim tings, I like thick too
I'm from the Western, that's what I'm into
My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too
I got my teeth dem shining like a igloo
You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next n***a
Hundred bags, tryna chase that figure
Done said that I jumped off of the road ting
But I relapsed cah the price got thinner
Won't see man in an LV belt
It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner
Stack that brass, that's the life of a winner
Bring me Logan

I'm a trap star
I do map work, I'm a map star
Real recognise real, you're a actor
I've got a couple guys and they wanna catch ya
I like slim tings, I like thick too
I'm from the Western, that's what I'm into
My bro gets nicked, I get nicked too
I got my teeth dem shining like a igloo
You see me rudeboy, I'm a whole next n***a
Hundred bags, tryna earn that figure
Done said that I jumped off of the road ting
But I relapsed cah the price got thinner
Won't see man in an LV belt
It's a tracksuit ting 'til I make that dinner
Stack that brass, that's the life of a winner
Free my bro doing five as a winger
Soon touch road but for now I'm grinding
So when he lands curb, I can dash man a dinner
Dash a whole Z on a runner, if he runs
I'ma nab that yout' in the back of a dinger
Little blue phone or a old school ringer
Feds think that I am the local sinner
.. 'cause I rap, son
Soon find out who's the local singer
And I'm a cool guy, you can ask my mum
But if you violate me
I'll bring a whole next ting to your rasclart drum
Don't spit crud bars if you're soft, that's dumb
G check anyone's dad or son
Last guy chatting like say he was a badman
Got touched up like the local slut
Dumb guy should've kept the vocal shut
This next bar's gonna touch man's heart
If you're big man like 30 and you got a yout'
Then stay in your bloodclart yard
Stop chatting bare .., tryna front all hard
Man'll get a one yellow card
Act up again, get a straight red card
Take man straight off the pitch, no bars
Ten toes ting on the curb or cars like
Man'll get their headtop buss if they're cheeky
Don't chat ish about road if you're neeky
Bare death threats but none of them see me
I'll be in the same West 10 if you need me

I let a good girl go cause I-
And my lifestyle's too mad to invite her
Badman and-
Oi, bring that

[Over "Razac" by Splurt Diablo]
Yo, uhh, don't pretend to miss the drop like man
If you see somebody do it, shout "Wow, you're a fan"
'Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the slogan
Bare man wanna be a AJ follower
I need workers so it's fine by me
I'll sponsor yout's with a few Nikes
You're my son, running with the style like me

Uhh, Lil Tracey EP out now
Logan in the mix, you get me?
AJ Tracey, Radio 1 right now, we're inside
Listen
Let me get them with their favourite one, listen

Look, I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali'
I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley
Chatting 'bout my n***as and figures we could rally
I be banging off the triggers, my n***as are never pally
I dilly but never dally, I dally but never dilly
Hugging on your gally, she sucking up on my willy
Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly
I hit it, she's in her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy
I'm I'm Dele Alli on the field without a bali'
I'm shower just like Mali, serving food up in a alley
Chatting 'bout my n***as, the figures that we could rally
I be banging off the triggers, my n***as are never pally
I diddy but never dally, I dally but never dilly
Hugging on your girly, she sucking up on my willy
Wifeing had you sad and you brothers already silly
I hit it, she's in her jammies, I hit it, I wear a jimmy
I'm, white girl, Angelina Jolie
Sitting in the cut, my dawgys blow weed
Start with a Q then dance an Oz
Peng ting off the ish, she sniffed the whole G
White gi- talk-
Get a box like the pizza man
Bare pengtings said they want a piece of man
And my Af' don said he got deets for man
I'm like yeah, white girl, Carmen Electra
When I reload off of BBC, that's a big boy crop then I get a 1XTRA
9 bars get bucked down if I test her
God forgive me if I bust my 9, bar, that's a little reference to Skepta
Still oh so comfy in my sector
'Cause I still will eat man like Lecter
My eyebrows join in the middle
So like Skepta, nobody wanna trust me
Tell big man please don't judge me
Cah my lyrical ability's a uffry
I went from sitting on the block
With the fiend shoot up like an inform striker
To having ten missed calls on my Lyca
Climbing this scene like a Everest-
Look, I've got things in stuff, stuff in things
Boy, don't get yourself chinged
I'm out with the gang, straight cabs
No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling
Couple man say that I'm soft
True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought
The same thing you boys better call
Big man, don't be a fool
Get corn on your top, right
I've got things in stuff, stuff in things
Boy, don't get yourself chinged
I'm out with the gang, straight cabs
No doubt for a man cah my akh's gonna let a shell fling
Couple man say that I'm soft
True I'm lightskinned, that's a mock but my opp's prolly thought
The same thing you boys better call
Big man, don't be a fool
Get corn on your top, right
Bins, free my, locked up on the wings
I'm playing Section in the bando or I'm playing Mist in the dings
Them boy wanna catch me pon sin
Them boys there all talk too thin
Said, them boys there all talk too thin
No backbone, got no wave, can't swim
On my jack jones, if I get caught, I'll swing
My whole team in black cah we're anti
Your whole team tryna sing like Selena
I got a brown-skin push-up Latina
Still beat it up, still bang on the FIFA
Ay, and I diddy bop but I'm not from shy
I milly rock at like half past 9
I'm on my strip, I ain't seen these guys
They say I'm opp cause I love my ends
I rep the West and I got 'nough friends
I'm a big man but you chat like Hens
'Brrrr, Brrrr', I duck the plug and duck both M M's
Ting on my wrist, it look like Ben 10
Got a yatty on my .. from next ends

Bring me Logan
In the mix
Oi and it's Radio 1 with Logan Sama, are you nuts?
Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that

Yo, look look
I abide by the G code
In the trap, no thieves, no teevo
Got bitches and midgets just like Steve-O
I don't want .. or .. I want kilos
Man better watch for the carti's
Trap mash, had to skip couple parties
I've done road just me and my dargies
I've done map just me and my 'raches
And dem boy dere way too chatty
And my boys dere way too skatty
Dat boy chat wild and aggy
Until he got himself bunned like a patty
I saw him in the midfield like Veratti
I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby
I had to put a .. on his batty
He weren't man [?] chat like a yatty
Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking
My young G got bagged for a jooking
Said his big bro's out here cooking
Brudda brudda cut and man ah gotta keep looking
In the dance with the peng, you can smell me
And a peng white ting looking healthy
All my gunners in the back like Koscielny
And if you need it in the West, you can bell me
'Cause my G's do works, not rap
They draw man down with the mash
Pengting like a app got tap, big back
Throw it back, double clap that fat
Look, mixed race but the Jake's have lacked
Dasheen, them boys just dash

Oi, let me get them with them new ones, listen

Yo, I don't follow back chicks, I'm a leader
AJ from the Lane's never been a follower
Young tekky and I'm on the field, Onomah
And I'm gonna break through the scene, Oduwa
Pengtings I don't wanna save, Hugo
I'm pouring out Champs, Nuvo
I can't spit bars 'bout something I don't do
But that's your style there and I sure ain't you though
I'm me though, holding it down like Dyre or Moussa, strong like a kilo
I was getting love like way before Bebo
And I'm not a normal dude just like Riko
Like Posty, in grime, I'm the boss
I'ma cop mum a house, give a uff what it cost
If you ain't chatting bout P's, you're lost
You don't speak my language, something like Pocc
I'm something like, I'm something like Christian
I used to finesse the balls like all day
Call for a ball then truss your garn pay
Give them 1 point 2's to uff what man say
1 point .. give uff what man say
Now I'm doing shows to uff with mans pay
If I catch you on the pave and you're chatting bout me
Real spray, no lay, I'll uff with mans day
I'm on the field no balli'
Shower, mali
Drugs, alley
But now it's mics not drugs I carry
No Vorm ting, bad vibes I'll parry
AJ never can took for a Barry or Phil Jones
Man a on .. like Harry
Man a young gun come with a one furnace
And put a strap across your chest like a Spurs kit
Yeah I got more money 'cause I earned it
Hard work fam, no I never shot Bale
Man said war dubs, man ah got mail
And them old bruddas on them sides, yeah, them got stale
Man's gonna see deep blue like a whale
When my 3 2 lick off your head well
16 lick off your head back clean
Yeah he's young in the scene like a Bellereen
Who fam? I meant like a Bellerin
Like Rashford, man a young but I get it in
See money that you make, there's no better thing
Grind fast but you bruddas slow just like you're ..
You bruddas slow, can't keep up
Letting in goals, no keeper
Out here tryna stack coins, FIFA
My bruddas let the strap rass like it's reefa

I'll, turn man pac for the back chat normal
Nike Air 1's on a date or a meeting
Black Air 1's for the beef, that's formal
White Air 1's when the weather ain't awful
Went past days where my belly would grumble
Speak up if you want a war, lets rumble
Tried to .. uhm
But big up Mrs. Motton, Mrs. Kahn, they were humble
I got a text saying that my opps local
Should I stay calm? I got a buzz like bumble
I could get Lebanese food from my Auntie
Or I could go and get the .45 from my Uncle
Free daddy soon home, madness
Tr.. uh uhhh
I'm just tryna put West 10 on the atlas
I don't wanna chill around pricks like a cactus
I've been around cats like a crazy lady
The way I spin shows man, it's crazy baby
Got a big flow, used to make food dance like Cisco
Call, be right there, Diplo
Fiends saying 'Where are you now?' like Diplo
When they see us man they tip-toe
But they talk online like gunmen, jokemen
When we see man they run dem

Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone
Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows
I ain't even tryna do road
I just wanna make bare dough
Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone
Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows
I ain't even tryna do road
I just wanna make bare dough
Leave me alone, please don't holla my phone
Right now I'm in my zone, mashing up shows
I ain't even tryna do road
I just wanna make bare dough
Leave me alone, you get me?

Yeah yeah
And we're inside, Lil Tracey EP
Go and grab that, that's what we're here for
You get me, 60 Minute settings
Logan Sama, AJ Tracey
Radio 1, you get me, all day
What we saying?

Yo, people used to call me ungrateful
Say that I sin to live and that's hateful
Primary, I couldn't afford kicks to play ball
Now my outfit costs 32 8 balls
I'm balling, literally balling
Left wing balling 8 o'clock in the morning
Rest of the time I'm trapping
Or I'm out in the .. late night I'm rapping
I'm a producer when it come to the Rambo
But it ain't hooks or samples man's stabbing
Sending out the love to the thotties that put back in
I be beating up the .. then sending them backpacking

Oi Logan, are you mad?
Yeah, yeah we're inside, let me get that again
Listen, that was a mad mix still
We're inside, AJ Tracey, AJ from the Lane
Logan Sama, Radio 1, 60 minute settings
Lil Tracey EP, grab that
What we saying?
Know

Listen, mm, mm
Look, Ladbroke Grove is where I reside
Man get burst up on the G side
....... face chewed off
All 'cause he asked man for a 3 5
Anybody said he touched me, he lied
Man thought West was a joke? He tried
My block's just like a hornets nest
Your block's sweet just like a beehive
Wait, Golborne Road is where I get down
Main get bored up in a G town
Last bredda went and got his door kicked it
All 'cause he tried duck man for the pounds
Anybody getting chased down can't shout
Walk where I wanna walk 'cause I got clout
My block's just like a double shot of vodka
Your block's just like a [dragon style?]
Ladbroke Grove is where I re-whoo
Man get burst up in the g-whoo
Came back with a fresh one, it's new
Don't come around for a two and a blue
I don't give an uff if you're old or new
I'll just yawn like blackball who?
Put a couple dead MC's in the grave
Like rowdy, trust you can go there too
Trust me dawg you can go there three
I don't ever watch F.A.C.E
AJ T from MTP
Nike Lab tracksuit, Nike iD
Man got overly uffed in the beef
Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get banged in his face by me
Not my Bredrin, banged in the face my me

You get me, all day everyday
Shout out all the mandem
Thank you Logan for having me on here
Big up BBC yeah
Lil Tracey EP out now go grab that, bap