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I can't give a man time of day
If I felt your energy and weren't too sure
Man see his friend get twenty-five years
He'd be on the front-line tryna do more
Fly two shell when the pagans ride
Bust at light, coulda got more
Came out the background
Tunes like MAC rounds
Man better stand down
Too much style and swag that I hand out
Man see a cheque, that's on sight, ran down
Online causing passa
Calling and I'm just there like Santan
All them sly ones, but I don't say
Man got my ear to the street like handstand

Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread, but gotta get more
Man have got tunes, but gotta get more Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell but coulda got (Moesh)

Coulda got more
Man are like, "Shorty, you can do more"
I can't lie, work rate's been poor
Last five years I've been living on tour
You can ask Skepta, done about four
Still gotta do more
I gotta put my foot in that door
I'm that guy that you can't ignore
Still gotta get mine
Ten years plus, still fucking up grime
I'm my own person, one of a kind
Sick flow, sick concept, and sick rhymes
Sick in the head
Won't stop till the day that I'm dead
Us man are winning, you know the score
But still man have gotta do more (Moesh)

Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread, but gotta get more
Man have got tunes, but gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell but coulda got (Woi woi woi woi)

Gimme more, gimme more
Stepped out in some designer couture
Out to all my YGs in the ends
Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours
In my studio, bad B on all fours
I read the email, I saw they offer tour
And believe we gotta ask for a bit more
Play with me, I'll put your life on pause
Oh my gosh, man are rated highly
I'm with the OGs and I'm with the YGs
Two nines, yeah, I call them Siamese
I dare one of yous, likkle wasteman, try me, ah
I'm with Capo and dem man
Gimme more, but I ain't tryna beg man
I saw your girl and she was like, "Hi"
Me I get higher than Method and Redman (Yeah)

Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread, but gotta get more
Man have got tunes, but gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two (Serious)

I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning
And realised man's still here
Fucking hell, gimme that then
Don't even want it, but I share with the mandem
Grime MC FM, yeah, who back then?
Gimme the bank details and I'll rap them
Celebration, we made it from back then
What other MCs tryin' to attack
I'm flying on the map
Don't hate 'cause I work while you're lying on your back
They wanna tear man down
How you gonna tear man down when I'm on the ground (Trust)
I can't go lower, bait phone, yeah, grab same old blower (Yeah, trust, trust)
New school, old school, new gen, old gen
Fuck that shit, man a bad-boy flower
Step on the stage and hear the crowd roar
They want more (Serious)