Shellingham

Give me any beat, I keep shellin' 'em

Know they wanna ban me like Bellingham

I was locked up, I kept tellin' 'em

"When they let me out, I want everything"

I got a big bird, that's a pelican

In a jail cell, fuck wrestlin'

Pulled me razor out, there was ten of them

Tried to rob me clothes so I terrored him

Call me Scooby Doo 'cause I'm meddlin'

I just rid a stretch like I'm pedallin'

I've got trauma with me like a veteran

They just let me out, I'm just settling

KTM, I love adrenaline

I'm from Liverpool, it's not Everton

Where they push bullets through your skeleton

That's the nine milli' or the Remington

You get tranquillised like ketamine

White rapper and it's evident

Fire in the Booth, that's your evidence

Fuck them, they're irrelevant

And they only gossip 'cause they're feminine

Not built to last like experiments

Glizzy with me, it's American

And I'm calling shots like the president

Know they wanna kill me like Donald Trump

I keep extra shells when I've got the pump

Had him running like Forrest Gump

They put money on him and I got it done

When I went to jail, I kept getting spun

Used to book a visit but they'd never come

Took a loss but they never won

In a jail cell, couldn't see the sun

Locked down, I couldn't see me mum

For them firearms, you ever seen a gun?

I was on remand in me Jackie Chans

They had me stuck in there like traffic jams

Get gassed when a package lands

Daydreaming, got massive plans

Do it for the days I never had a grand

Scouse slang, that's a bag of sand

Now it's Selfridges, not Matalan

I'm still paranoid, tryna batter fans

From that jail beef had me slashing man

Coulda got a rec, so I'm glad it jammed

Doing road like Transit vans

They caught him slipping, he was at his nan's

Liverpool, it's not Kazakhstan

Where they got straps like the Taliban

Got it parked off like a caravan

But I rap now and I'm glad I can

Still coulda been wrapping grams

At the post office, doing hand-to-hands

£20K if you want a feat

Tell 'em send the beat, I want cash in hand

Send the deets, I'm not getting scammed

If I'm in a Jeep, then it's getting rammed

If I want it done, then it's getting planned

Get it patterned for a couple bands

Underdogs with the upper hand

Flight mode so it never rang

L20, where we let it bang

I'm from Stanley Road, just past the Strand

If I catch a M, that's me clothing brand

Free the boys though, you know the dance

Basic, we got no enhance

Convoys when me brother lands

I'm on licence, I can't go to France

If I sign a deal, I want a big advance

Feel like Eminem, I've got one chance

Wasn't looking for the romance

Free the boys out the Coke cans

Still walk with it like an old man

One minute, lad, me phone rang

Your boy hit me, said he lost the pack

I said "Fucking hell, lad!" "I know, man"

Gotta stick to the program

Why you talking like a roadman?

Like I won't pull up in an old van

Tell me bro to just go ham

Pull up on him like "Oh damn"

Tell him do it then go 'Dam

'Cause you can't do it without no plan