Lyrics
Man rise that skeng man they raising fists
When I roll up and smoke
I ain't sparking spliffs
Fired up like matchsticks
Get your whole block lit
I'm on the pitch, no practice
I'm on the field, no kit
Talked it up on the net
I'm try'na do man live still camp same road
My man got knifed they do it for the social
Getting hurt for likes dotty feel too extra
Try'na do man nice
Aye, aye
Up and down that opp block man's swerving
Man we slid through I'm on
Their block I'm lurking
Man brought toast cah I'm
On beef like gherkin
How they talk bare but never put no work in
Move grams, no fuss local with the drugs
No respect for the dinners
Stepped all on that grub no kisses or hugs
Drive by's that's us hanging out the window
Passenger side I'm scrubs
Passenger side, man lean out
Set backs and I rebound
Doing trap in that T-house
They talk trap but they ain't seen pounds
I talk trap and I see dough 36 let em all go
Serve food like Waitrose
24s man ain't closed
Running from feds with the dots
Had to chuck it
Run through bands, I don't know bout a budget
If the price is way too high
You need to cut it
And the raw peng shots can't
Cope had to cut it
Man rise that skeng man they raising fists
When I roll up and smoke
I ain't sparking spliffs
Fired up like matchsticks
Get your whole block lit
I'm on the pitch no practice
I'm on the field no kit
Talked it up on the net
I'm try'na do man live still camp same road
My man got knifed they do it for the social
Getting hurt for likes dotty feel too extra
Try'na do man nice
Grip heat, that's normal
I ain't had cold feet man splash, no snorkel
Dip shallow or deep my dirt rate awful
Girls think I'm sweet still man do up formal
You need a man like me
Turn bread into toast, buttered up no jam
Guys getting turned over
Like the Croydon tram lil bro's too chingy
I wouldn't do it for a friend
But I did it for the fam no CBT
Still doing up rider i'm comfy on my block
I all slide in my sliders
Splash, like I'll drown him
Crash like a driver get done then I'm off
I'm feeling Blac Chyna
This dotty holds 2, and it's looking huge
I jugg non-stop, 'til my stack look huge
I've never liked pets
Still serve kittens food
Ring, trap from the AM make grands by noon
I'm so low but bait, corn up any estate
There ain't no food in this tray
Just 6 live corns in dis tray
I'm the man that give the okays
Okay get a boy blazed
No case if I do it no face
Like how many risks did I take?
Like how many times did I grab the
Broom and didn't go sweep my room?
Stuff that right in the duffle
And told bro let's spill some juice
That's all rap nothing but facts
You rap but your CV's blank
Them man wan' diss and ain't on piss
Just out on the block like tramps
9 man in the can it's awful wap
So I don't wanna hear bout smoke
Stepped in with the ting that was bigger than
Liquez but I ain't gotta talk they know
They think I'm 6 cause they see me with bros
From early that's bro
Bro phoned said the pack needs a re-up
Get the cling and we fill it with stones
And throw it to the boys over them sides
With the 4s lemme fill it with stones
Bro said til you think 'til it
Can't 'fit nothing at all, i said you know
Tape off roads when I step on smoke
They're talking loads just tell a
Man watch their lines
I can never tweak on the net
I just get the job done offline
44s in the whiz and I'm sorta things
Bonfire night when that 40 rings
Hundred pounds and the trapline blings
Send my young boy upsuh
Then I wrap packs in cling
Schooldays, I'm unhappy slap him
Now I just slap man's skin
Bruck that back, stuff 2 bells
Then I just tap that ting
Get it done one, or bring bro
Watch him assist that drill
Buss that door, slap that corn off
None of our clips they filled
You can bring it to the field
If you think you drill
Love the rubber grip but now
I got stainless steel
Mana just crash that corn 'til
Man just break that hammer
Phone up M, it could be A or Skeng no matter
I got corn for them niggas
That ain't got no manners
How you talking bout smoke you
Ain't got no hammers