Everyday, bro, gotta stay battling stay fighting, gotta stay striving Gotta stay dreaming, stay believing Gotta scheming
I broke down a few barricades Got me a few accolades Used to forward to the weekend Now every like Saturday by stars Come with the constellation Then she asked me my real name was And killed the Sometimes I've gotta scratch my big man ting on a level Only my mum and dad call me What makes you so No timepiece No kettle But still I know when it's time to in the car Put the foot to the like
Yeah, I care about VIP I've got important places to be While I'm asleep, I'm a beat Girls in the house getting for me What I'm tryna say is get a joke man mistaken for me Corn on the if a man diss me My niggas got the in T Santa Claus to miss my house So I decorated my own tree Ring phone if he think's it's beef What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" me My been on crime get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online My niggas violent, my niggas Something you ain't on Vine
I don't want a like, I don't a follow Diss me today, me tomorrow got goons that can't leave the country Above the law, obbo I know pain, I know I know empty, I know I just my Gs out to Amsterdam And I told "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have been in the with the whipping And you see, the road ting and the music mixing Would've man was playing baseball Way man are pitching Never a punk, never been a victim hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm? Fuck that, let the in
I ringing MCs Go radio, I swinging MCs I was in the trenches, grinding You couldn't say a man bringing MCs I will pick up the phone, ringing MCs inna my touch, bringing MCs They know I've got Skeppy on my We were on road, living it, MCs Producers, plus we are MCs vibes we have given MCs I was there back in the day when it was And them man they wanna get rid of MCs But them man get rid of MCs 'Cause then, we've become bigger MCs Some MC Skibadee, Baseman and MC
Yeah, us man are powers Them man are Benson My bredrin said his birthday Took him onstage with and Section Hate my niggas 'cause day, it's another great invention Wanna talk about loot? I bring the loot out Talk shootout? Better be a shootout like a western I don't fear no man Think a killer but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, don't in my span you might get shot on the road like 28 gram And you who I am Shower man down Fireman Sam Drive to your ends on a ban With Solo in the van Nah, you can't my mum start fly out and man get bun Fling on my black and dun Dry skin between my index finger and I hate man a nun why I wanna buy a haunted gun Can't get before I get to see my son Them tings run They got me thirsty for blood They got me crud again They
Yo, fam Yo, to me, man Where are you, Who are you with? I'm on my Js, Sound, man. This has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam. Mad pressures from angle, fam It's like I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm, like, I can't be up there them people either, you know what I'm saying? I'm too to be up there, you see what I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I feel like, I feel I'm in limbo, Chippy. I feel I'm in limbo, fam I've been, I've been waiting to to you, fam. You're way too mad, fam. Like what the fuck did you mean like you know why I mentioned your name, fam? Like North London, fam. You got the from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else is happening over here, fam. You get me? That's a calling, bro. Like them there, It's not everyone's phone gets that that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like powers fam, super charged, bro I that, fam just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch. You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't nuttin' like this happen before. Who's seen the country flip on its like this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam. They ain't got a clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's deeper now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm shout you, man. What you saying though, everything good? Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I do, fam. You already know, bro. Powers.