(d'ya know I'd never fucking lie to you you little c***)

(you're a wrongen, just like your old man)

(d'ya know what I'm thinking?)

(I'm thinking I should take you outside and ring you up)

(leave it out Phil)

(leave it out? Leave what fuckin out? You wanna get involved n all do ya? do ya?)

(don't be stupid, im just saying he's only a kid innit)

(no let's have it right off, if he's rolling up to a man giving it large, he's old enough to talk for himself)

(I'll tell ya something Zeba-Fucking-Dee)

Just got to Heath

Fire selly butchkwa nun the G late

Cuh the beat heavy

I link my girl in Clapham

Cut through Stretty

After the daddy brought his belly

Barked off a smelly

Yeah I get about

So shut your bloodclart mouth and step outside your house

I ain't fooling' round

Trappin' 'ere, trappin' if you're trappin' off a quarter round

I ain't tryna do this road ting

Hopefully, if I can make it

Blow quick (I get there)

But I still know them **** there that will take the whole thing

Despite how im rolling

I never get the stop & search

FEDs never get the final word

Or the last laugh

Tryna run circles round man like the car park

I'm from a place with low estates

Where rappers don't show their face

Where a ??? don't know her name

Where you make about a ??? of change

And bounce from a young age

They're gonna turn you insane

I'll be applying that pressure

And a man start blurting' them names

Round here don't care about frames

But im hitching 3 times a week

Thought they were doing up street

Rarely doing up sleep

Saw feds in the back but I cut with ease

Big P got the girls saying' please just please

Is it you is it me?

Is it me, controlling the street?

Im in the back with a bat with T

We've both got a bird in our jeans

Pull up in a ???

??? said that I dress too street

Or I pull up in a tracksuit

And I cap Zebadee

(I'll tell you something Zeba-Fucking-Dee)

(I think I should take you outside and teach you a lesson for muggin' me off in front me pals)