[Verse 1: Look, straight bars, no around But picture me in the 2-stepping around Shit, nearly 10 years I've been holding it down You couldn't fuck me then, you can't fuck with me now I told God I wanna quit, my nigga let me 16, my are legendary They be like "Yo Chip, Ice Kid?" I'm like "Blud, do I like his secretary?" Head top bars, no frisky Chipmunk the school of Risky Roadz And your ballerina raps test the flow With your out, stay on your toes I know how it feels to queue to rave I've been popping since underage Me, got like 13 mixtapes, 2 albums, an EP And I still got to say I've got for days, now who wants a page? I can the eyes, yeah, they're all on me For all the bad minds preeing, I got on me So if you pull out your gun, it strawberry (jam) energy, I'm throwing up a peace But right now I'm in beef this beat So one for New Machine but punch it up to say the least Like I was at Drake's show like, look at all these Drake Rap really has a 25 on 25 Ms? 25th's around the corner, where the fuck is my Still telling every "you are not my wifey" Feeling myself, you ain't gotta me No hook, verses on the beat Make her drink off the flow, KA's still sweet, nigga, [Break: New Yeah, you know I'm feeling [Verse 2: Huh, hit me I'm myself, I might strip me Fuck it, with the intro, let me indulge If we're all stars then what's There's levels to shit, no kettle on your wrist Could get you on the list of legendary When you're buried under 6, what you though? made Purple Rain, you made Vimto (watered) Brushing my shoulders, no roll It's nothing, switch up the and so seamless We work harder than Hogan's seamstress The three amigos, [?] I ain't doing this to be T-To B, I ain't man to get me ghost I've been fully paid to feed Rico (treason) In our plate of the people, you're peak (eating) see man on Barking Road chilling (true) I'm from round here, so slipping? (you) Chick on the red, I'm cripping (Snoop) I ain't got two but I'm different on a flossing ting My man your confidence for cockiness Cause these niggas don't scrap, that's shit Red dot on your chest, no poppy I anonymous rolling with the commoners Two pints of and some pomme frites But every now and then, I pop a couple Act up in the week, weekend's the Then Bartholomew's call me uncle Something Reg and his nephew, we'll trunk you man dizzy when we spin you like [?], kick it like kung fu Snare better back that when Wretch grabs this It's a madness New Machine] Yeah, you I'm feeling myself [Verse 3: 32] Mum told me "fuck the game, give me grandkids" Told her that I'm fit, already on a hat trick Nearly, I dropped the ball one time And not my fault that the lady didn't catch it Scary like the movie, but like a movie Cuh this nigga die, no one doesn't wanna shoot me I've been rolling with my boys my hood without my hoodie And saying I [?] Me and Kane go back from when I was goodies Me and Chip go back from I was robbing bookies I bet you bet that Ain't never hide when we really got the cookie Two shots for my in the pen of my pen, I can buy my niggas shots I can buy for everyone in my circle But how we ever gonna think out the I when me and Z got raided Had the same look on his when I got famous Oh, days playing 2Pac - Changes In my boxed room, now the all spacious Uh, rolling with new Roleys on On an island my Stony on Uh, didn't sleep, my lonely on I done from MC to Wretchatron I'm a with it I'm Great Britain off the leash it Or Britain in my piece, init If you're do the rap, get the meat with it Yeah, I say nice to ya when I leave ya Cause I wanna go, she want a See, I'm [?] Me, and K, this is ether [Break: New Yeah, you I'm feeling myself [Outro: 32] How much we sold us again?