[Intro]
You see, really, you lost already, cause you said after your first tune you weren't gonna do no more, just (pssh)
Beat's mad haunted, it's gonna haunt him
[Verse]
First off, trust me, my mum's house is bait nicer than yours
The person who stuck me up would stick you up too if you slipped in North
You think them man should back me but not one of them are in my crew
When it comes to spitters in North, I've been outsold by who?
You could never see me at Wireless and try do something
There ain't no k**er in your eyes, Clive, why you bluffing?
I'm good in North, you ain't good in South, but for me you're cussing
67 are on your clart, and you ain't on nuttin'
f** it, chuck it, bang out of order
Draw for my mumzy, I'll draw out Paula
Trust me, my mum owns her yard
Your mum? Don't, don't go there, darg
You're not a gangster, you're some fraud
You don't wanna clash me, you're not hard
Where's the 44 in the four-door now, Clive?
Why you dancing on Smarts?
Think you're smart? Nah, you're not smart
You won't last, nah, you won't last
Until you buck 67, you've run out of heart
And Chip ain't run out of bars
I never asked about your D
Mid-beat, she just told me
Crying outside her house
You little f**ing Jabroni
Meek don't know your name at all
What's your point, you clown?
With that sloppy flow and delivery
You ain't making Drizzy proud
You've got lightskins taking Ls
When I shell, you're still Michelle
I get-get Shelly-Ann as well
If you're in PD, it's PDL
You hoe, are you getting paid
To say other MCs' names?
South kid bredding north man
North side to the end, behave
I can't let you feel like
That MC you feel like
Cuh that one you feel like
Comes from my side
Here we put MCs in graves
You little f**boy, what have you done?
Can't chat to me about Tottenham
I reasoned with Lukey's mum
Spirits inside of me, no joke
Run out of heart, now you need hope
I'm not the one you wan' provoke
TOWIE living, can't be broke
Young boy could never outverse me
f** your Merc, you can't murk me
Soon try bashment just like me
But you can't be my sound, can't clash like me
Nara, holla me
And come and tell the world what he put you through
Stop bullying girls, you p**y
Gonna run out of bars
Can't shush me
Clive, just might run out of bars
Chip don't run out of bars
You wan' fi diss me but won't diss 67
Run out of heart, tart
I'll mute him
Not a real n***a, he diluted
Half roadman, half stupid
Just for views, you wanna do this
[Outro]
Nah, man gotta pree it though, like that had to be his bredrin at the video shoot, and man took the Margielas back out the bin
Bait going to wear them again, bait
Oi Link Up, you think you're funny, yeah?
Oi, "Oopsy Daisy", that's my banger
That video's getting taken down
Or you owe me Ps, bruh
Cuh we ain't friends, you can't be sampling my sh**
Disrespecting my pop tunes when you're whoring out for the biggest pop a**, b**h a** punk
Cash Motto