歌词
Jump on a track and annihilate that
Use my own bars never pirate that
Come with a bang like Gennadiy Golovkin
Man are from Brum not Bricky or Toxteth
Open the door for the mandem no locksmith
Only 17 and I'm coming off with top hits
Coming off with top shit
Not a flow that can top this
Yo come with lyrics make man do a backflip
Light man up like a matchstick
Tek man food like a fat bitch
Nobody can match this
Wanna be by a pool with a bad bitch cranking
Big spliff in my zone on a mad ting
But more time man are in the lab on a gas ting
Nobody can sit on my throne can't catch this
Bars coming in like a blue pump
Jump on a track attack bang that headshot
Man are playing round with the flow like an Xbox
Them man there do it like an egg box
Tryna get a big yard in the next spot
Like Drake said man have gotta elevate
Me and the snakes here man have gotta separate
Trust fam yeah gotta find a better way
Sitting here thinking what can I write next
Lyrics get whipped up like food in a Pyrex
Put me on the radio wanna make five sets
Trust fam wanna be a grime vet
And I think I'm in line next
Coming for the crown like a tyrant
Man are spraying bare like I've blown fire hydrant
Look jump in the booth shut down like Skepta
Fam where's your girl gone yeah man finessed her
Man are on the ball like my names Iniesta
And there's no contest that
Trust fam man are coming for the top spot
Got connections no hotspot
Man are popping off just like champagne
And I'm on the right track just like a damn train
Jump on the track and man are on a rampage
Wanna gain bare followers not no fan page
Tryna get more bread yeah tryna get a mad wage
Just tryna get that pay yeah jump on a jam wave
Sitting in the coffee shop bunning on a mad strain
Now man are feeling mad waved
Check gotta get high when I jump in the booth
And my mind starts going mind starts flowing
Ride on the beat like a wave on a jetski
All you man are gassed up like Pepsi
Nah fam can't test me
Fly to the location then back in the S3
Man know that man flows the coldest
Couldn't bare this weight on the shoulders
Like bare mad thoughts I'm controlling
And I'm zoning in and out of reality
Just waiting for the next tragedy
Spitting this shit so man can see
Yeah how life is wonder why I spit like this
Man asking how I got the right mix
Got bars yeah colder than Sweden
Like them man I don't man I just need them
But I don't need them
Clap man down like a demolition
When I spit bars no hooks cos you know man's not fishing
If I come through I finish
Yeah G I kill it your team I'll spin it then bin it
Yeah ain't nobody's rhymes badder than me
Switch up the flow do damage on beats
Atlantic flow yeah man are just freeze
On the beat I freeze I freeze no processor
Bring rain on the track like cold weather
Who you know with the flow better
Coming for the crown I'm a go getter
Check don't hype round here with your dumb sound
Like a Patek yeah man ah get buss down
Jump on the track and them man ah get run down
Like athlete at a track meet
Back out the mac and slap on a bad beat
Rapaparachi man ah got bars no black sheep
Just spitting some mad heat runs in the family
Have you saw the hands speed
Man are back again like say man are crack fiend
Bang man sample that yeah then make a fat beat
And if plan A don't work then I'm going for the plan B
Directing like I'm Stan Lee
Violate me then meet my guy Stanley
Not stand like M but I can be
Wordplay with the ting yeah man are mad clean
