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Wait two secs, let me spark this
My niggas, don't tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that
And the game got fucked by the darkskin
Oh well, been watching
He was gone by the time they clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the last Yeah, #PROBLEM
They stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I run out of bars
in the rave , put the glass to your face
Look, I fuckboys run out of bars
Big 45 bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out your
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy,
Forget the hype, come out the yard
See the lightskin girls to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, they me
Word to J Hus, man are
But rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't that they buss me
Cuh man was out there on a
Plus we don't even tark too
That's the reason why your wanna fuck me
I don't really care about friend
Bare likkle never been on the ends
Yeah, you go hard but we go
You shut but nigga, I leng
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big
And the bredrin with the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you don't? Shut mouth
Man just shit, i cut em out
Know where I from, I'm from the south
Fuck up my house, peak I press play
Niggas go gym but missing out leg day
My worst are some of your best days
a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, Don't make me you
Like, like, till I catch you
Like, man are like "that's black yout"
Went Jools in my tracksuit
Rep for the like yeah man, I had to
Just run a sick I can rap to
Everybody calm down, it's a
the fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you
Look, I wanna argue
But if you talk shit, par you
Look at the of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime scene's
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down I buss shots
Jump onstage, rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you off
Rap hate me cuh I do grime
Grime boys me cuh I do rap
youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts me cuh I don't trap
Fake hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck mum, yeah, go and do that
My name's Michael, Big
I peng tings, I like porn
got a 16 bar full of corn
I breathe every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's
Stormzy's blick, black
Stormzy's hairline's way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I blew up too
Man are saying that I up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
Mandem are in the graveyard shift
Dem man there wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard work off
Anyway, everybody do grime now
Real talk, not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, my house
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, that's my
That's my kingdom, my crown
Look, one phone call, fly around
I lay one then I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a and a brekky
Make thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still with the ting, I'm
Onstage, go to back with Skeppy
I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man talk, don't talk, be steady
Tell 'em that I'm for the war, I'm ready
man change circles, they're jezzys