The Grid

Watch don't talk, but it ain't stop

Watch the wheels when I stop they ain't stock

Just opened the shop, ain't nothin' in stock

Yeah, I got white flakes in my snot

Olders on the block told me not to shot

Use to rock the Avi and rock the Schott

Use to all rush in and rob the shop

Top of the Pop or Dr. Fox

Bugle, I got a marchin' band

I'm marchin' with too much in my hand

Marchin' powder from April to March

Gettin' 'em outta the departure lounge

Move it around like pass the parcel

Masterclass

Doin' charles off a brasses arse

More blow than a brass band

I'm blastin'

Mask on like you got SARS, soz

Don't ask me the price on a oz

Yeah, that's bate, what you ain't seen Oz?

Yeah, they lockin' man up just 'cause

Lock your man up or lick your man down

It's double fingers for **** now

Yeah, they losin' the key for these locks

**** comin' out with locks

**** comin' out in a box

We ain't just any Joe Bloggs

Twenty three Gods, my whole team sick

**** comin' out in pox

We be goin' out in the drops

Sport Plus when I'm dippin' out from the cops

Yeah, we do this shit lots

Toxic fumes, they fill up my lung

I'm becoming too old to die young

Still content with goin' unsung

Unlike some

We overcome so much that it's too hard not to look back

I used to drive round this piece of crap

Came back, back to our stack like

Yeah, I'll have that, does it come in black?

If not, minor, I'll wrap it in matte

Cash, I don't check no Equifax

**** don't own nothin', check the facts

Little slag couldn't afford the tax

So much gas out here in these streets

She goin' broke just from the upkeep

Million views, thousands of tweets

But you still flyin' out on deets

Still in that rental, still in that lease

Sick whip, six liters at least

666, that's the mark of the beast

Eatin' a feast cuh my fee has increased

Shovellin' snow, I'm skiin' off piste

Mad disheveled, my clothes all creased

Amateur dealers out gettin' fleeced

And their makin' deals with the police

They ain't on crud, ain't really on grease

But it just sounds so sick on these beats

Youngers feelin' that need to repeat

GB scene full of GM beef

Drivin' in east, dead cows on my seats

Ting off of TV, but keep it discreet

Hilton suite, high off of sweet

Little sort, yeah, I put her to sleep