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You don't really want smoke You're just looking for the clout (Run weh) I couldn't say a word to a man if he didn't run up his mouth (Haha) Yeah I came back from the dead, Die Hard 1, 2, 3 (That's me) Rarl up the bloodclart system, rarl up the bloodclart scene Oh yes When I done BMO Field, nobody cared one bit (Pricks) I realised something, somebody's hearing me when I spit (They're listening) I'm sick of everybody, wanna take sick energy and claim they made it Man said they're king, gyal said they're Godmother But the Grime cup final none of them have played it I've stepped up on a man's set, we sprayed it I'm advanced everybody not basic I'm one of them famous faces But I can't see my face I feel faceless It's a London ting, it's Wiley and I run this ting Don't ever get it twisted, I'd die for my sisters That's why my goals help win all the fixtures Brap, top bins, top bins Why celebrate? Your team did not win Why celebrate? Your fans did not sing My fans step in the place and top bins When I was a kid I used to shot things Natural born hustler that's why I've got things They wish I took an L, but I took a block win Nuclear bomb 'cause they had me blocked in Songtexte You don't really want fame, you're not ready for the hype (Hey) I couldn't say a word to a don, who didn't want to work all night (That's your choice) Yeah I clashed 2-2 dons but none of them test my ting (No) They don't wanna see me run up on a set when I'm on a mic ting When it's risk time bro, I've got to put my life in (Ayy) Revvin' all day then I put my bike in (Ayy) Merk anybody on a hitchhike ting When it comes to me they're on a dislike ting (Brap) Can't touch me in any bits I'm in I've got a brain in my head it's on a fits man ting (Fits) All of you man are on a kickback ting Manna traveller that's why I'm on a big mac ting (Ayy) You don’t wanna walk through the fire with me (Me) Don’t be scared talk to the fire with me (Yeah, yeah) Throw your money in the air Heads come back, them coins They’re coming with me Back to the village, come radio if you wanna get a spillage (Yes) I be the first to admit if I did it (I did it) Spin a MC no Ls, man go for the winnage (For the winnage) I’m outside, it's chapping (Chapping), yeah I’m outside it's freezing (Freezing) All the styles I bust, them man lease ‘em (Ayy) They've been living off of barefaced treason (Treason) I bet I’m gonna win the prem this season (Yeah) ‘Cause I’ve got the logic I win for no reason (Whoa) Drop top F-type season, say they don’t like me Yep I believe ‘em We got the city on lock Told them we ain't gonna stop We got the city on lock Told them we ain't gonna stop For the work I do I'm taking a slice Share bread and water like Jesus Christ For the work I do I'm taking a slice Share bread and water like Jesus Christ Aus Songtexte Mania