Flying Start

Yeah-yeah

Check me out

(Yeah)

I was off to a flying start when I came in

Young and ready that was fit for the field

Pass the ball I'm shooting to score

I made my name in Brum town

But still they slept on me, but I allowed it G

Now it's cool, I'm back to wake up the scene

They like Chopcino where you been

I've been up from early

Heard the birds chirpin

Hand to hand been curb serving

Block to block, need pound sterling

Round the clock none stop earning

They threw rocks but man firmed it

Spin man off da dome, don't need rehearsing

Check my sound top tier service

Cop my disk, you won't ever make a better purchase

And it's mad cah I've been feeling rusty

True, I ain't wrote no bars for a minute

This time 100 percent I'ma give it

These lyrics are just stories of how I'm living

Got a way with words and I always merk in the booth

That's why it's nothin to get the women

Didn't announce it

But a few years back

I was almost winning I mean really winning

Them labels were knockin on the door

That's when I knew it was surreal

But that shit fell through, but the table had deals on it

That's when I knew it was real

But inside my yard was really getting real

See da cancer was eating up my mom

It was hurting me seeing you hurt like

How you gonna look after your young son

You see in the end you know when nothing worked out

But that saying's true because life goes on

Fucked me up ain't been the same since

No drive I was stuck on the bridge

Threw me off had to restart the ting

Now I'm back cuz all da power I hold within

You ain't gotta be Albert Einstein to know that

Manna the best in this ting

Shout aclass whipped up the beat we go way back

Dem man der spit we don't rate that

No we ain't playing no wasteman

No direction some stray cats

Made a plan stuck to the paper

Now I'm tryna get paid cash

Talk hard on tracks but it's straight gas

Cuz we see through dem like Ray bands

(Skeeet skeeet)

Manna know my ting (yeah)

Bar for bar man swing five figures or less that's a deal

I'm not signing

Six figures or more

You can't tell me nothing cuz I've seen it before

Man I'm focused now man I know my worth

Gotta destroy anytime man search

You damn right I write rhymes that burn

Gettin money you're not my concern

Fuck local I'm taking it global

Once I drop I don't wanna hear no talk

Soon whippin in a droptop merc and it's quite evident I've been sick from birth

Fam you can hear the pain in my vocal

I'm tryna leave with a hundred total

And that's a hundred Ms

When I spit know my shit's worth a hundred gems

It's clear that I'm not one of them

Ya broke and ya partying every weekend

Last cash in ya pocket you spend

Manna trapped in the cycle the shit will never end

We can all get our hands on a skeng

But who's really ready to pull all out and extend and press it

2010 I was the kid tryna get my foot in I was all expressive

Now ten years plus still on the same mission

C'mon you must get the message (yeah)

Feel in love with the gwop cah manna need prof

I ain't got time for the stressin' (no)

I ain't gonna stop till I'm all milled off

It's important that I stress it

Lyrical warfare no I don't play fair

Line up a bwoy n queff him

Send ya bredrin

Come against me that's a death wish

Soon see my name in bright lights lightning up all of the venues

It's not about the outside it's what's in you

So I had to press start to continue