Coming to you from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork (Yeah)

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over

My team built upon many years of groundwork

Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'Gram

You know that pound work (Pound work), you know how my sound work

Mr. Fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surf

Lone Ranger, I am always on the outskirts

Grab my forty, start playing forty, forty

If the demon starts to haunt me (Hahaha), dearly beloved

My cannon said, "Just fuck it," only fingers that will touch it

On the peak like Warren Buffet, like Norris, I just chuck it (Lone Ranger)

Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)

You know my steez

You get the borer to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen

Hardcore settings, never been PG

Large up Yinka, Zeze

Extra terrestrial, ET, thousand grams

Weezy connecting people, BT shoe

Flew off key, Weezy move through the shadows, creepy

Look through the glasses, Stevie

I'm on the riddim all easy, light work, easy peasy

Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man Unknown T like Munya

Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda

I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah

I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah

I want the gyal with enormous bunda

Coming to you from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork (Groundwork)

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over (Woo)

Honestly, I've told you

Coming to you from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over (Papoose)

Honestly, I've told you (Papoose)

Coming to you from the—

I'm out in London, rude boys, top shottas and gunmen

Half of bricks, kilos, six deuces and onions

Black Smith & Wesson, the wooden handle, I'm clutchin'

So when I back wood, it's not what you roll your blunts in

Came through the door too loud, that's why you sufferin'

When you enter calm, it's easier to get buzzed in

Getaway car with the bad engine combustion

Transportin' traffic and racketeering, and smugglin'

Remy, give me one more baby, just for your husband

Let's put a restaurant in this name like Puff and Justin

Crack rock seller, back block dweller

Your jam popped with fed shots but Pap box better, uh

Flash rocks fresher, mad fly dresser

Match my leather with the AV, black Margielas, uh

Mack cock lever, black shots hella

Stash box in the dashboard, I stash my cheddar

Coming to you from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over

Honestly, I've told you

Coming to you from the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over

Honestly, I've told you

Coming to you from the—

From the outskirts

I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in

But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win

Because of that groundwork

I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over

Honestly, I've told you

Coming to you from the—