when   Instead of doin somethin good with my life   I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men   I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen   If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10   We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends   Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns   One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum   But I wass jammed up at the crack house, all night long   See man O'g'in of the needle and the needle and the bone   One mornin use to come and smell mingin   The weather was always fucked my line never stopped blingin   Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything   There was nothin we wernt slingin   Look at me now I'm singin   At my little sons grinnin   Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen   The C needs coachin   Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!      Suck yourself!   You don't kill!   I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so   Recognise real!   You know the deal   If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit   I'ma see ya when you make a mill   When you make a mill      When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya   Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one   But I've been around Dappy and money makers   It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us   Uh, I never lie in my bars   Artist blow and make up a part   They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real gee's ain't listenin!   But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap and everybody bangs   And I don't give a shit if ya grinded   if ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp!   I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me   I swear down these Niggers make me sick   Na na nii, throw up a C   Please, Mr Munks all good   Ya think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood   I pass through like sho they show love   It's an event whenever I shows up   The money it goes up, day by day   And baby, pricks should never say my name   I came, from a place where it's all on   So I'ma take war and lead the boys on   Lead the boys on yeah, fightin over shit   Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit   Ey yo Da's look now were winnin   We use to be in the flats chillin   Look at me now spittin   Teeth still grinnin   Pass through my hood   Big gully A R keep swingin   Paid so I'm boastin   I can burn bread   On 1 4 corner ways      Suck yourself!   You don't kill! (You don't kill!)   I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so   Recognise real!   You know the deal (You know the deal)   If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit   I'ma see ya when you make a mill   When you make a mill      Yo   I was never ballin   My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin   Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite   Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes   Robbin Niggers bare faced   I knew it wasnt fair mate   We'd lick a couple lappys   And we'd meet up at the staircase   Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in   Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin   And I ain't leavin, so ...      Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!)   You don't kill! (You don't kill!)   I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never had one still so   Recognise real!   You know the deal! (Ungrateful!)   If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit   I'ma see ya when you make a mill   When you make a mill      Fuck it!