War

Hold on, hold on, hold on It's Tekky, WhYJay Ready for war, they wanna battle If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo) I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (I'm ready for war) I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before (yeah) I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour If they wanna battle, I'm lettin' it loose I've been the bigger man, they didn't give a damn And I don't wanna call a truce (no way) And they don't wanna hear the truth They think it was luck that got me in the booth (ha) 'Cause I'm up, and I'm eatin' my fruits And they didn't see the seeds or the bleedin' Non-believing, underachieving See, I remember this time, I was flat on my arse Mum lost the yard and I'm tryna graft Studio was my time apart I'd go bake off back at Muli's yard Schemin' how we'd get our mulas up Stupidness for a few quid more Thank God everyday that music bussed Think I ain't ready? You stupid cunt If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo) I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before (been here) I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before (yeah) I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour Yo, alright, I got 16, 15 left Armz Korleone when I lift these reps (whoosh) Hard to moan when you live this blessed Bro don't park the chrome, he just rips and press (bah, bah) Swipe and go, I spend quids on creps Multiply my dough when I flip this cheque All I write 'bout's tits and sex I'm surprised I ain't had no pickneys yet (ah) Nah, I lied, these man are my yutes Spit a line and fire up man in the booth Bring the ride out, stand on the roof Man tried but you just can't battle the truth (no way) So my guys still savage a yute It's not a music vid, they ain't plannin' a shoot (yeah) If it happens, it happens, it's true, but... (whoa) If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war (woo) I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before (been here) I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour If they wanna battle, I'm ready for war I come from the struggle and love all the trouble I've been here before (yeah) I'm done and I'm sick of the talk With their smiling faces, not anymore (yeah) Kick in the door (woop, woop) (kick in the door) Been in the gutter, I come from the mud I can give you a tour Ready for war, ready for war