Woke up and I’m feeling like the sh*t
Like a piece of motherf*cking toilet paper
Best thing out my country
No one coming after me like a chaser
And just because I’m breaking overseas
I’ve got motherf*ckers calling me a traitor, f*ck
But man’ll rep my city so damn hard
Like a viagra taker
Place your bets, it’s time to take your wagers
Cause I’m about to blow like hookers for some paper
And if you doubted me, I’ll catch you in the future cause I’ll see you later
I don’t need a helping hand, use it for some masturbating
I’ve bet now they can see me, me?
I’ve got the game locked no key, key
And if you ask your b*tch what her favourite letter in my name is
Then I’ll bet that she say D
Woke up and I’m feeling like myself
I don’t need nobody’s help
I did it on my own two
I don’t need nobody’s help
I’m feeling like myself
I’m feeling like myself
I woke up, remembered
That I did it by myself
Uh, never asking for your help
Holding up my city like a f*cking trouser belt
London where I’m repping, by my accent you can tell
And I’m always with my clique, rolling deep like Adele
Uh, molecule is how I smell
Bet your b*tch wish that she could have me, need a well
Wanna hear a story? Well, I’ve got a few to tell
But I feel I’m spitting fire, there’s the warning, there’s the bell
I ain’t gotta tell you I’mma be the greatest
And I never grew up in the hood, unless it’s by my necklace
23, I nearly completed my checklist
The British coming, I’m the rapping One Direction
Red ropes wrapped around my private section
f*ck you talking bout if I’m not in the conversation?
Never started from the bottom but I wrote this in the basement
I hope I adjusted your perception