(Woah) (Woah) I got my style from my brudda Eyes from my mother Rapping iller than all these guys on the come up Better mind who you buck up Your grind couldn't sum up The stress I went through been at my line in the summer Last PRS cheque coulda bought me a armor Real talk I ain't gotta lie to a brudda Real talk I ain't gotta lie to a brudda Stepped out in my Kurt Geiger the stunner Close and heavily Sit down pon di riddim Me ah wa stroke di melody Bringin loads of energy Physios the therapy Don't worry 'bout me I bring the heat to your ear like aroma therapy Gave up my heart, I should be a organ donor Love drunk, sorta sober, all my feelings falling over My ex-girl well I'm sort of over acting like a Fool. Patterns in my life I'm slightly coolin' Yes I'm back in the mixtrap With the hits, skippin on the riddim When I shoulda been backing the diss Ain't done this for a long time Any man wanna talk but they never come by Woah Yo Mikey Jay, n***as from the other side wanna slightly hate Too many MCs wanna hide when they ain't done nothing Better than the figure OK Never did this, never did that Shoulda, coulda, woulda but you really wanna chat Came from this, went from that To be honest, I don't really wanna go back Woah Lyrical everyting See mi a di boss 139, what you know about the squad? Money on the vision Bar so much I can probably board a prison Never stop I'm on a mission Not everyone can be a boss So play your position On some black bu*ter sh** I Rudimental every riddim Never give up on a pa**ion that you really love Nothing happens overnight, I'm telling you it's rough Days I was sinning, k**ing rappers on my hitlist One some Etta Bond sh**, I had them begging for forgiveness I'm still Amari, back up inna the party On some Slick Rick sh** got me flowing la-di-da-di See me when you see me got me flowing like a yardie Tru mi grow up in the garage sit with my mother and aunty I'm a true hip-hop junkie, j**els be chunky Pockets slumpy, walking on my ones I'm super comfy Mikey Jay and Fizzer, the collaborations mucky New beats and bars cah the cannon's never rusty Better know that man are going in hardcore Crept inna backdoor, we're on a mad one Doing this I'm a captain never s**ing And the bars so hard coulda been a rapking Woo Stuck in the middle of giving up feeling ridiculous In the beginning but things change cause I'm flowing insane Yes I am out of my mind, come and talk to my eye Like the boy, [?] Yeh mi sick in the brain, yeh mi sick in the mind Come and carry on like the talks in the Palestine, yeah