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But like, obviously like
When man was with the marjay and that
Like, d'you get me? Like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So no disrespect, yeah?
No disrespect bruv
Your mum's a dickhead blud
Dickhead
Dickhead blud
Ask your mum where she knows me from
Broski I'm the coldest don
Where was you when you wrote this song?
You was looking for a motive don
I've done more for you than your dad has
You didn't chief my dad so don't backtrack
My little bro shouldn't have sent and that's facts
But now it's me you gotta face
Mike, you ain't slapping anybody in the face
I will spray up your house and be proud
Whole street lookin' 'cause the shots dem are loud
Tell all your mandem better sit back down
'Cause this MAC-10 ain't got a friend in town
Kick all the doors off, even your mum's one
Hold on, you and your mum owe me a lump sum
Hold on, you and your mum should come see me
Bring a suitcase of money cah it's like you wanna be me
Dead, all informer fi dead
You're caught up in a circle of bread
If I see your mum down Croydon market
I'm gonna rip that weave off her head, dead
Man can't bully my dad
If they ever try a ting like that, dem man dead
They've all tried killing me dad, I ain't dead
Rasta, ballhead, skinhead and dread, yeah, 'nuff said
But you can't get your new gyal out of your head
Heard she's a goer from the likkle mandem
That's something that I shouldn't have said
It's not my business in fact
You gotta keep your image intact
This is grime, this ain't rap
Come and get your boy off the ropes, no cap
Me, the career resurrector
You wouldn't be nothing without Skepta
The 'Wiley Flow' was just a par but
Revenge is sweet just like nectar
I'm Achilles, you're Hector
I could win it both ways, G, I bet ya