If the Shoe Fits

I'm in a league of my own manna feeling like Chipmunk

Wig cunts, don't fink your bad

You sniffed up a line and your vimmed up

Don't mean creaps, soul I'll lift up

Am in a s class cause I'm murkin'

Ain't got a car but I got bare drive not swervin'

Nottingham boy I put my work in

Get took out the beef like gerkins

I heard them say that i don't do grime

Shut your mout you gass on TL's

Vate be high but you love on the DL

P to the Haytch I'm here on carnage

Piss on graves, don't have no funerals

No red rose, no dearly departed

Your not top boy, your are not top girl

Your tiers gone down your wet like barlin'

Warzone brudda better tie your boots

BArtillery coming like bombs and nukes

Generated likes and followers

Drop bare songs, it's dead we don't like them tunes

Carcas

Fuck that you can be my next target

Hate don't work then they spread bare lies

I nailed your bitch I don't mean like varnish

Fully on smoke I don't know about vapes

Cruise control I chill in my lane

I be the papi, I'm from Notts not Spain

I'm a loner, psycho, skitso man are in firing range

Could of gone stu, made a tune

But they wanna waste bare time on a space

Hold up, pause, wait

I sit back and I eat my popcorn

Fam from yard got bars I'll Pop corn

TikTok waste time, I'm like what for

You gave clap out just like encores

Come from the ground up, man's on top floors

Bark and I bite like dogs when they lock jaw

Move to your wife like Ayup duckeh

Next 2 2's my kids on her contour

Swear down, so much cap on the net

I swear down, they not leveling no way, Swear down

Come from east where we say swear down

I don't wanna war want money

Hear these bars better reload these

If not, fuck you like Ceelo Green

Jump on stage and I Wild 'N' Out

There funny man just like Chico Bean

Got so many kids just like Nick Cannon

Pay your homage, manna in debt have manners

You don't wanna end up in the middle of this

With a R.I.P t-shirt, face on banners

Respect my ting, ain't no dibby mc

P to the Haych ain't no shitty mc

Mic controller, I really mc

How many times...naa..not gonna say that

That's already been rinsed

Radio trips, manna been Kiss

BBC, even Rinse

Check my ackolades, you'll get battered mate

Just like fish and chips on Saturday

I'm so fly that I should gravitate

Got that sauce so let that marinate

Chill out

Digging out graves that man can fill out

So many kids, shut up, sit down

So many bars and flows I give out

I know a driller but he ain't called Trevor though

Spin a mc real quick, merry go

And I got lines, not like telephones

If you didn't know me, now you better know