Everyday, bro, gotta stay battling Gotta stay fighting, gotta striving Gotta stay dreaming, gotta believing Gotta scheming
I broke a few more barricades Got me a few accolades Used to forward to the weekend Now every like Saturday by stars Come with the constellation Then she me what my real name was And the conversation Sometimes I've scratch my head Like big man ting on a my mum and dad call me Junior What you so special? No Rolex No Hublot But still I know when time to jump in the car Put the foot to the pedal
Yeah, I care about VIP I've got important places to be While I'm asleep, I'm a beat in the house getting naked for me What I'm say is basically get a joke man mistaken for me Corn on the if a man diss me My niggas got the in T Santa Claus used to my house So I decorated my own tree Ring phone if he think's it's beef do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me My niggas on crime Don't get it twisted 'cause I don't online My niggas violent, my niggas Something you ain't seen on
I don't want a like, I don't want a me today, link me tomorrow I've got goons that can't the country Above the law, under I pain, I know sorrow I empty, I know hollow I just flew my Gs out to And I them "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have in the kitchen Experimenting the whipping And you see, the road ting and the ain't mixing thought man was playing baseball Way man are outside been a punk, never been a victim Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on that, let the kings in
I ringing MCs Go radio, I start MCs I was in the trenches, everyday You say a man weren't bringing MCs I will up the phone, start ringing MCs inna my touch, bringing MCs They know I've got Skeppy on my We were on road, it, skilling MCs Producers, we are living MCs vibes we have given MCs I was there back in the day when it was And them man said wanna get rid of MCs But them man get rid of MCs 'Cause since then, we've become MCs MC debts Skibadee, Baseman and MC
Yeah, us man are blazing Them man are blazing My bredrin said his birthday Took him with Drake and Section Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's great invention Wanna about loot? Then I bring the loot out Talk about shootout? be a shootout like a western 'Cause I fear no man Think you're a but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, look in my span 'Cause you might get shot on the like 28 gram And you who I am Shower man down like Sam Drive to your ends on a ban Solo in the transit van Nah, you diss my mum start fly out and man get bun Fling on my garments and dun Dry skin between my index finger and I hate man a nun why I wanna buy a haunted gun Can't get before I get to see my son Them can't run They got me thirsty for again They got me crud again got-
Yo, fam Yo, to me, man Where are you, Who are you with? I'm on my Js, Sound, man. ting 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 with the mandem on the but, I'm, like, I be up there with them people either, you know what I'm saying? I'm too black to be up there, you see what I'm saying, I don't know, I feel like, I like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I like I'm in limbo, fam I've been, I've been to speak to you, fam. going way too mad, fam. Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I mentioned your name, North London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else that is happening here, fam. You get me? a deeper 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 being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch. You're doing you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before. Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, These youts don't know what's going on, fam. They ain't got a clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. Power up fam, I even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I them. The mission's deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man. What you though, everything good? Blud, love you bro, man, do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam. You know, bro. Powers. Powers