Roaming

Ask me again, pass me a pen

Bet I'm gonna write this track to the end

Check from the drop and then hear my new ting

If you're crap, it means you're polluting

Put a stop to it, catch the right vibe in a dancehall

Leave the dance with a gyaldem car full

Westwood park, it's secret location

I'm free like a mason

Please don't mistake me for lazy, I'm impatient

Sick in the head with no medication

Fans want me bad like anticipation

And I ain't even the biggest in the nation

I am really, stars on the grid see me

And my team at 1 on the mid weeks

Don't matter what song, don't piss me

Take a cheap shot and you'll miss me

I make your girl pass out after we get frisky

I'm on a lipsin ting so of course the girls want to lick me

Look at my lips, they're lipsin lips for the gyaldem, kiss me

Back to the style that I wanna buss

Collect cash like a driver who's on a bus

Call my name out loud in a bait house party

You're gonna see a spidey, they wanna rush

I'm famous, feet on the concrete

Fall asleep to the wrong beat on repeat

So send me a banger for the macbook

I wanna put a song into the charts with a black hook

Might be one like doo-doo-doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da

I wonder if I could do-do-do-do-da-da-da-da-da

No telling who's gonna start charting

Drop all my tunes, I would do-do-do-do-da-da-da-da-da

Time's ticking away, it's not waiting

Jab hooked up on a sugar ray ting

Got the Adidas coat like Skepta

UK stars in the making, some of them are faking

Wanna act bad, I swap the B for the M, they're mad

Then I swap the M for the S, that's sad

Because I train them up like heavyweight champs

And they turn around and think it's all them, ungrateful

So now I turn the table

Out of the red zone, into the green

People who know me, know what I mean

You know what I seen

Let's not forget I'm still that spitter that's living his dream

You saw all my diamonds gleam

But now I'm changing the scene, for music I'm a fiend

Listen up carefully, I'm carefree when it comes to the haters near me

That's most of the time, not rarely

See me spray new bars clearly

Do it like training, practice makes perfect, yes

I get better when I spray with the rest

I'm like no contest

Don't stress, I'm up with the best

Do it for the fans

I got plans like big money bands

And I wanna get established worldwide

In my vision I will be a rich man

I can build a house just like a brick can

MCs make money like anyone can

I'm setting up shop on everyone's land

In life, you might need a hand

You might lose a grand or more

If I say fake like tan, is that too obvious? Fake like tan

Gully and hills, I'm a rudeboy, I get money from deals

Some artists in the world, they are chosen

Take our money back to the gully and hills, hills

Gully, gully and hills, I'm a rudeboy, I get money from deals

Some artists in the world, they are chosen

Take our money back to the gully and hills

Crybabies, push in your tummy and chill

I told them, don't jump in a clash because it ain't all roses

Everybody knows this, not just war, I'm a money man still

I'm a money man still

But I don't just focus on paper

I can be a grime beat creator when I wanna be

But I want a long term sound like Prodigy

Don't bother me, I'm in the limelight

Name's everywhere, both me and my team

Ask for the numbers, they look good

After this we get another deal for the team

We want big boy dough so we don't wanna

Know if you ain't got P for the team

Doors open up and I burn bridges but

Overground there's love for the team, team

Man know we've got a team, one who started a scene, team

Bad bun, riddim and release, that's old

School but them rules still apply to the team

I'm still rolling around like a local

Neat beats, the vocals, songs for the team

Check the leap we took in the scene

Yeah, winner stays on, team