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Everyday, bro, we've stay battling
Gotta stay fighting, gotta striving
stay dreaming, gotta stay believing
Gotta stay

I down a few more barricades
Got me a few accolades
Used to look to the weekend
Now every day's like
by stars
Come chill with the
she asked me what my real name was
And killed the
I've gotta scratch my head
Like big man ting on a
Only my mum and dad me Junior
makes you so special?
No Rolex
No kettle
But still I know it's time to jump in the car
Put the foot to the pedal

Yeah, I don't care VIP
I've got very important to be
I'm asleep, I'm making a beat
Girls in the getting naked for me
I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a man mistaken for me
on the curb if a man diss me
My niggas got the in T
Santa Claus to miss my house
So I my own Christmas tree
Ring man's phone if he think's beef
do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me
My been on crime
get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online
My violent, my niggas loopy
you ain't seen on Vine

I want a like, I don't want a follow
Diss me today, link me
got goons that can't leave the country
Above the law, under
I know pain, I sorrow
I know empty, I know
I flew my Gs out to Amsterdam
And I told "thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man have in the kitchen
Experimenting the whipping
And you see, the road ting and the music ain't
Would've thought man was baseball
Way man are pitching
Never been a punk, never a victim
Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on
Fuck that, let the in

I ringing MCs
Go radio, I swinging MCs
I was in the trenches, everyday
You say a man weren't bringing MCs
I will up the phone, start ringing MCs
Bars inna my touch, MCs
They know I've got on my team
We were on road, living it, MCs
Producers, plus we are MCs
Bare vibes we have MCs
I was there back in the day it was garage
And man said they wanna get rid of MCs
But them man get rid of MCs
'Cause since then, we've become MCs
Some MC
Skibadee, Baseman and MC

Yeah, us man are powers
man are blazing Benson
My bredrin said his birthday
Took him onstage Drake and Section
Hate my 'cause every day, it's another great invention
talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out
Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout a western
'Cause I don't no man
Think you're a killer but name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't in my span
'Cause you might get on the road like 28 gram
And you who I am
Shower man like Fireman Sam
Drive to your on a two-year ban
With in the transit van
Nah, you diss my mum
Shots fly out and man get bun
on my black garments and dun
Dry skin between my index and thumb
I man like a nun
That's why I buy a haunted gun
Can't get killed I get to see my son
Them tings run
They got me for blood again
They got me talking crud
They

Yo, fam
Yo,
to me, man
Where are you, though? Who are you
I'm on my Js,
Sound, man. This has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam.
I'm not front, fam. Mad pressures from every angle, fam

It's come like I'm too ambitious to be the mandem on the road but,
I'm, like, I can't be up there with them people either, you what I'm saying?
I'm too black to be up there, you see I'm saying, fam?
I don't know, I feel like, I like I'm in limbo, Chippy.
I feel I'm in limbo, fam
I've been, I've waiting to speak to you, fam.
going way too mad, fam.
Like what the fuck did you like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam?
Like North London, fam. You got the call God to do something deeper, bro.
Like, you got the call to go and make look at everything else that is happening over here, fam.
You get me? That's a calling, bro.
Like callings there,
It's not everyone's phone gets that that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
super powers fam, super charged, bro
I that, fam
Like just you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch.
You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we seen nuttin' like this happen before.
Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam? These youts don't what's going on, fam.
ain't got a fucking clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam.
Love, brudda, man.
I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound this, blud.
I needed them. The mission's deeper now. Love, brudda. Mad.
Alright, fam, I'm gonna you, man. What you saying though, everything good?
Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's what I gotta do, fam.
You know, bro. Powers. Powers