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

I broke down a few more
Got me a few accolades
to look forward to the weekend
Now day's like Saturday
by stars
Come chill with the
Then she asked me what my real was
And the conversation
Sometimes I've gotta my head
Like big man ting on a
Only my mum and dad call me
makes you so special?
No timepiece
No Hublot
But I know when it's time to jump in the car
Put the foot to the pedal

Yeah, I don't care VIP
got very important places to be
While I'm asleep, I'm a beat
Girls in the house naked for me
What I'm tryna say is
Never get a man mistaken for me
on the curb if a man diss me
My got the biscuits in T
Santa used 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 niggas on crime
Don't get it twisted 'cause I don't 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, me tomorrow
I've got goons can't leave the country
Above the law, obbo
I know pain, I know
I know empty, I know
I just my Gs out to Amsterdam
And I them "thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man been in the kitchen
Experimenting the whipping
And you see, the road and the music ain't mixing
Would've thought man was baseball
Way man are pitching
Never been a punk, never been a
Wanna on me? Wanna hate on Storm?
Fuck that, let the in

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

Yeah, us man are blazing
man are blazing Benson
My bredrin it's his birthday
Took him onstage with and Section
Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's great invention
Wanna talk about Then I bring the loot out
Talk about shootout? Better be a like a western
'Cause I don't no man
Think you're a killer but name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, look in my span
'Cause you might get shot on the road like 28
And you who I am
man down like Fireman Sam
Drive to your ends on a ban
With Solo in the van
Nah, you can't my mum
Shots fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and
I hate man a nun
That's why I buy a haunted gun
get killed before I get to see my son
Them tings run
got me thirsty for blood again
They got me crud again
They

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

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