Bruce Wayne

You don't really want smoke, you're just looking for the clout

I couldn't say a word to a man if he didn't run off his mouth

Yeah, I came back from the dead, Die Hard one, two, three (That's me)

Run up the bloodclart system, run up the bloodclart scene, oh yes

When I done BMO Field, nobody cared one bit (Pricks)

I realised something, somebody's hearing me when I spit (They're listening)

I'm sick of everybody, wanna take sick energy and claimed they made it

Man say the king die for their God

Man up at the Grime Cup Final, none of them have made it

I've stepped up on them man's set and sprayed it

I've advanced everybody, not basic

I'm one of them famous faces but I can't see my face, I feel faceless

It's a London ting, it's Wiley and I run this ting

Don't every get it twisted, I'd die for my sisters

That's why my goal is helping all the bitches (Brah)

Top bins, top bins

Why celebrate? Your team did not win

Why celebrate? Your fans did not sing

My fans step in the place and top bin

When I was a kid I used to shop things

Natural born hustler, that's why I got things

Wish I took a L but I took a block win

Nuclear bomb 'cause they had me blocked in

You don't really want fame, you're not ready for the hype

I couldn't say a word to a Don who didn't wanna work all night (That's your choice)

Yeah, I passed through two dons but none of them test my ting

They don't wanna see me run up on the set when I'm on a mic ting

When it's risk time, bro, I gotta put my life in

Revvin' all day then I put my bike in

Murk anybody on a hitchhike ting

When it comes to me they wanna dislike ting

Can't touch me and any bits I'm in

I got a brain in my head, it's on a fix man ting

All of you man are on kickback ting

Man are travelled and that's why I'm on a Big Mac ting

You don't wanna walk through the fire with me

Don't be scared, talk to the fire with me

Throw your money in the air

Heads come back, them coins, they coming with me

Back to the village, come radio if you wanna get a spillage

I'll be the first to admit if I did it

It's winner MC, no Ls, man, go for the win-age

I'm outside, it's trappin', I'm outside, it's freezin'

All the styles I bust, the man lease 'em

They be livin' offa bare face treason

I better get to wear the Prem' this season

'Cause I got the logic I win for no reason

Drop top F type season

Say they don't like me, yeah, I believe 'em

We got the city on lock

Told them, we ain't gonna stop

Ay, we got the city on lock

Told them, we ain't gonna stop

Ay, for the work I do, I'm takin' a slice

Share bread and water like Jesus Christ

For the work I do, I'm takin' a slice

Share bread and water like Jesus Christ