[Intro] Hold tight the Grime Reeper on Productions Big up my mum, my dad, my brother, my sister, Skepta
Hold tight Wiley Boy Better Know
[Verse 1] See I got bare labels phoning me but Cash point ain't showing me no love Everyone's got my tunes on their phone And the cd in the pc at home Is packed with all of the tunes that I've done But my wallet ain't saying one You think I'm making mad p You're right! My money is angry with me It took me five years to get 10 A to C's But in five days I get 10 AC's Somebody out there please tell me What I'm'a do with my uni degree? I don't want a job Blud I swear down, I just wanna be a big MC Or something along them lines Swear on my life Music means so much to me Getting a degree to me is like a plan B It will mean so much to my family But understand me JavaScript makes me wanna swear like Plan B I know it'll come in handy I stick with it even when I get angry And I'm not on my own I got a brother in this music game like Brandy He knows how much music means to me We're just trying to make money legally I know guys that'll creep in your house Go upstairs, open your safe and steal a g That sounds like quick p to me But still I travel on c2c And WAGN. And Silverlink Everything's not what it seems to be You think I'm stupid, move on Stereotype me, I'll prove you wrong Ask anybody that knew me ages ago They'll say I had my head screwed on Yeah Jamie that guy he's cool Trust me blud, he went to my school He made me a ring tone once It was like Eskimo mixed into oldschool To this day, I still ain't changed JME, music in his veins Same face, same deranged Thoughts coming through the speaker each day Mum still shouting turn down the bass Bredrins lounging around the place I don't smoke but my room's smoked out Can't see my hand in front of my face As if I'm in a time capsule My pockets are still filled with shrapnel Only difference, is some of it's Euros I've been travelling, capital to capital I've been nuff countries I swear One day I'm a write them all down If you turn the clock back 2 years I don't think I'd have even left town But still I used to make hits I was blessed with a lyrical art The other mc's, they weren't shit But they come like lyrical farts And they stunk, I used to hate them See nowadays I rate them Not cause I think that they're down But for simply sticking around The bars are right, they're like red bull Trust blud, I got a whole shedfull Yeah sometimes I can be a hot head But more time my head's cool When I'm a hot head I don't get lyrical I get serious, lyrically physical I start shouting stuff like derkhead And people think it's really cool In the MC rank I'm a piss take Yeah blud I'm way before fifth place JME, everyone saw his face See now I've got about four mixtapes Trust me I know you're playin em And all of my lyrics you're sayin em Even your girl says Shut your mouth There's no escaping it's blatant Yo blud man better know No one test with the dibby dibby flow Flow round here on the mic I'm a pro Professional in the game and you know All this war and clash is trash I'll make a tune or bore some gash Don't get rude I said don't get rude Or I will singe your tache Yo blud stand over there Dare you attempt to swear Swear down I'll burn your ear Hear what blud you know I don't even care All this push out your chest is late I did that in 1998 Don't get rude I said don't get rude Or I will phlegm in your face
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