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Original

When a steps in the building, salute and respect from the children
Then I the badman back cause a real nigga recognise realness
These MCs can't it
I've been racking up bodies since Raskit's jacket
Black and a ratchet
Butterfly knife in the
Hard knock life, no
one night, I'm smashing
I ain't got time for no

Take all the and dollar the gyal
Psst. I'm a Yardie, that's how I a gyal
Check 1-2 mic and a one
Man you then spurned you
Can't history, I've written too much to be written off, young youts
We're kings drinking ace, that's pontoon
Up Bond street. Bond
That's kung fu
Let me bump tunes. And split like the sun roof
The must approve and theyre waiting for the bus youts
Then the ends say got one (Bop, Bop)
Rudeboy, it again cause all them people fi dead
The harder them MCs came, the harder MCs fell
soundboys can't two for two it
Man's been stacking up riddims from 7 inch Shabba and
Dress code, Ones and it
Church's? No, do it
Earnt didn't win through it
new, not newish
Kettle on the wrist with the Tetley
Italian just flew in
Might cop a gold president Putin
Rev at the lights, no em I'm Lewis
But I'll open door like "gentlemen do it"
Phew! one's called harassment

Line up the
I Will wants the chorus
I think Sol wants some
I bet wants the Royalties
But Rach the gasment
To done fucking little bastards
If he's the best, who's man
hell, I'm Cassius
Abu Dhabi
Fookin held the
open the champers
For GT and them, mandem!
Yeh, club full of
Man act up, that's an
Wheelchair bandits, 50 for the Barristers
Yuck. Sounds fishy
But fuck shit, got bigger fish to fillet
grab 60k for the 60 minutes
Drunk all summer, liquid living
High off life, no splif billing
sins here, talk big boy millions
Axel Rod tryna get the
Criminal affiliates, caecilians
Beef in the ends? Better grab some
on deck make man so vigilant
It's funny how makes man so innocent
thing, I ain't got time for the mumbling
I wan'
No suits when I do lunch with and punch
With some of these bruddas so
Take a picture of them, If ain't done shit
When I see the pussy, I will grab the pussy but I ain't got time for the shit

Some just don't know levels but I ain't got time to explain it
I got time to explain it
Don't ask me beef in the basement, I ain't got time to explain it
I'm your favourite's favourite's
But I ain't got time to it
road, man affi murk it
Got my bredrin wan arrange it
And his chip won't free up the shotgun but I ain't got time to be faced it
I ain't got to explain it
I ain't got to... mad