Talk Of The Town

Yo

I might roll that dice like Mowgli, place my cards and take that risk

We didn’t get no help from an OG, ran that up and I done my bit

Now I’m tryna live sweet like Cody, countless nights maintaining a flip

Who-who bought sauce to the ends best point to the gang and take your pick, uh

You better watch that tone

I know drillers up north near Anfield know that Temz ain’t walking alone

D1 that's bro from kway back, young MG that's bad to the bone

If the track ain’t gang won’t play dat, **** get whacked with the sticks and stones

Know that we can’t go broke

Done so many years

How you think that the mandem blew? (How ya think?)

Coz man trapped up top like grizzy, you see nowadays I don't look like you (move move)

See all the shit that I did for the bag

But it's still shit that I just won't do (no way)

An I tell a broke boy keep that chat till I fuck mans-, in a penthouse view

Tell a gyal come through

Now I ball like Deco

An I got packs on man like depot

Trap boy tryna wrap up goals be around man's city I felt like Dzeko

Can’t run me a pack that's dead me I run that right back, Joao Cancelo

Chasing a milly right now be the move, why you think mans down with the wolves like-

Why you think mans down with the wolves like-

I had re shape mans face like a plastic surgeon

When I was on the wing like Sterling

If ye ever see man out n' about just skirting

Like Serena mans serving

24/7 I’m earning

My so I still pick up the weight at dumb bells but I ain’t curling

**** don’t know about bagging up food all day 'n' yuh backs all hurtling

Up in the T just answering callers, now a punters sat there just bagging it

Soon as I make man pattern it

Man gets the spoon out n' the food and starts jabbing it

Thought that the mandem were having it, till you got laid out flat on the floor like laminate

Needed a plastic cup for the scales

But man just pick up the food and balanced it

Bro got smoke for the stages, guess that we should’ve been rolling loud

Mask in the crowd, never show no faces, gangs on deck when it all goes down

Ends got bait so we jumped them hurdles, bro made racks in a OT town

Talk is cheap, won’t take no verbal, spot that yute and circle around

Olders talk but they washed like Persil, man done risked it all for the pounds

Brown skin one with the sweetest flavour, hair on fleek and a back on round

Buss that down when nobody’s watching, she got a name I can hardly pronounce

Up north linkup, show you the movement, know that Temz be the talk of the town

In Man City they say I’m the realist

Pass and shoot and I spin that coupe

Now everybody calling me Grealish

I came in a German whip but the thing inside of my hands all Swedish

Leeds, Pool, Brum on a track lad wheel it, this one genius Imma take him to the cleaners

From the south like brevrel slapped of several ski and petrol

And I got it of a instrumental

But it’s health why they talk so mental

Uno the angle steel and I bangle put a opp in a box rectangle,

If the gang wanna gamble, slap like a sandal hands on a handle you’re cancelled