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Yo, what we sayin' then, hat trick? Let's round this off, yeah Outside the box, yo Back for the hat trick, absolute madness, back in the booth, I can never get bored Full-time hardest, part-time artist, big time goals, but I've already scored And I'm far too high, so levels above, I can never get floored And my girl's back so like my music taste, 'cause oh my word that's broad (BLACKBOX production) When I jump on grime, I don't play fair, now I set the mic on fire, you should wait there Only puttin' out tunes that I rate bare, when I say I jump on track, I don't pay fair Spit bars 'til I'm old with grey hair, if a dead ting texts, that's straight air BLACKBOX hit a milli' in five months, roll half that shit on the way there (blaow) Roll none of that shit on the way here, stay clear man better run when I say clear Do this 'til I'm over the grey beard, off not, shit-faced who cares rate beer I'm the young white Nicki Minaj, I got lyrics and bars, but not titties and ass But I'm a monster, everybody lickin' my arse That's why I say don't talk so much shit when they laugh I'd say I'm chillin' and blessed, but my girl tells me I'm overly extra And that trap phone don't make you bad rude boy 'cause nobody text ya She knows there's somethin' about me, so she never ever wanna go home when I sext her And not one person's nice, I'm cold, unique, I'm cold, and I'm next up Everybody wanna hate on my team, but the bars leave your face all smiley Mad ting and your boy hit a million, I do numbers Rachel Riley He said the cheese red, don't care what he said He'll hit the deck like Hazard and EZ, he'll hit the deck like Hazard and Gove Take my time, I ain't panickin' bruv Correct me if I'm ego trippin', but everybody get hyped from a turn O's And I'm guessin' I don't wanna be a DJ, when I stand-off, nut in my fur coat Gun fingers, yeah, man burst those, cut shapes in the back, not the first row It's the back of the shack where the yats at, but I got a peng ting, so I swerve those With my girl man, I turn off her lamp, flip my balls behind her like Bergkamp I'm the word on the street, have you heard fam'? 'Cause your girlfriend knows all the words fam' Man's pullin' up in a blacked out Beamer, blacked out tracksuit, blacked out sneaker Not Ace and Spades, fuck that shit man, glens is cheaper You are not on the same level as whom, man is not on the same level as you Soundin' like some American dude, got food in the trunk like elephants do (bah) Got food in the back like supermarkets, wait two years, see who's the hardest Student life that's soup and rice, but my girl still buys me the new Versace Watch out man, I'm ready, man I said watch out man, I'm ready I call my girl Kane or Southgate 'cause she get knocked out by the semi Watch out man, I'm ready, man I said watch out man I'm ready I call my girl sss 'ocked out by the semi (bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah) That's part one, let's roll (haha)