Everyday, bro, we've gotta battling Gotta stay fighting, stay striving Gotta dreaming, gotta stay believing stay scheming
I broke a few more barricades Got me a few accolades to look forward to the weekend Now every day's like by stars Come chill the constellation she asked me what my real name was And killed the Sometimes gotta scratch my head Like big man on a level Only my mum and dad call me What makes you so No timepiece No kettle But still I know when time to jump in the car Put the foot to the like
Yeah, I don't about 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 Corn on the curb if a man me My got the biscuits in T Claus used to miss my house So I decorated my own tree Ring man's phone if he think's it's do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me My been on crime Don't get it twisted 'cause I don't beef My violent, my niggas loopy Something you seen on Vine
I don't want a like, I don't want a Diss me today, link me I've got goons that leave the country Above the law, obbo I pain, I know sorrow I empty, I know hollow I just my Gs out to Amsterdam And I told "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have in the kitchen with the whipping And you see, the road ting and the ain't mixing thought man was playing baseball Way man are pitching Never been a punk, never a victim Wanna hate on me? hate on Storm? Fuck that, let the in
I start MCs Go radio, I swinging MCs I was in the trenches, everyday You couldn't say a man weren't MCs I will pick up the phone, ringing MCs inna my touch, bringing MCs They I've got Skeppy on my team We on road, living it, skilling MCs Producers, plus we are MCs Bare vibes we given MCs I was there in the day when it was garage And man said they wanna get rid of MCs But man couldn't get rid of MCs 'Cause since then, become bigger MCs MC debts Skibadee, and Trigga MC
Yeah, us man are blazing man are blazing Benson My bredrin said it's his Took him onstage with and Section Hate my niggas every day, it's another great invention Wanna talk 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 but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my 'Cause you might get shot on the road 28 gram And you who I am Shower man like Fireman Sam to your ends 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 finger and thumb I man like a nun That's why I buy a haunted gun Can't get before I get to see my son Them tings run They got me thirsty for blood They got me crud again got-
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 gonna front, fam. Mad pressures from angle, fam It's come like I'm too to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm, like, I can't be up there with them either, you know 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 feel I'm in limbo, Chippy. I like 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 mean like you don't know why I mentioned name, fam? Like North London, fam. You got the from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else is happening over here, fam. You get me? a deeper calling, bro. Like them there, It's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like powers fam, super charged, bro I that, fam Like just you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch. doing what 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, fam? These don't know what's going on, fam. They got a fucking clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man. What you saying though, good? Blud, love you bro, man, do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam. You know, bro. Powers. Powers