[Verse 1: Skepta]
I’m calm
I’ve got the devil in my palm
I know I said that I wear sungla**es at night
But tonight I need to see wah gwan
Wanna see somebody drop to the ground
No civilians, no doctors around
Who said life is priceless, so far your life cost me a pound
One phone call and a 10p text
All of my mandem link up quick
We don’t care what ends he reps
When I said he should’a known it ain’t any old rhyme
Got a couple k**ers that are never online
Might see the shadow in a video of mine
Standing behind the camera with the director
Ready to shoot an MC one time
[Verse 2: JME
Where has everybody gone?
I’m not on that vibe that everybody’s on
Same old lame old plain old blatant shame
Till you find out it ain’t working
One for the Ba**box Crew
Krispy Kreme, McD’s, Drive Thru
Ayyyyeeeeeee, this ain’t private shubs
Man can wear hats or hoods….
No Uggs
Its not a lean up ting (it’s not lean up ting)
I don’t have a boss so nobody can tell its a clean up
In aisle 5, cus I’ll drive straight to your door
And I’ll spin and piledrive your face to the floor
[Verse 3: Skepta]
Yeah
Somebody is gotta get murked
Spoke to my mum, but that didn’t work
Counted to 10, but that didn’t work
Blud, man i am putting in work
Switch them plates man i am going on a ride
Black bally on and I look like a fly
Give mumsy a kiss, tell you’ll home soon
Come up to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don’t care if its raining or not
If we get chased by the feds, everybody in the car better know that I’m failing to stop
Cus like Luis Suarez, these police love taking a shot
But i never violated the squad
Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop
Real Gs don’t procrastinate on the job
[Verse 4: JME]
I’ve got a black ski mask, but I don’t ski
But I snowboard, dash an MC off piste
If one of you try and violate me
You get a box in the face with the front door key
Box in the mouth with the back door key
Box in the face with the X6 key
Box in the eye with the fob
I use to log into my HSBC
Talk about banks, k** em with Ps
Run up in your girl’s house with two of my Gs
Get the money out, put the money in his mouth
Suffocate man with about two Gs
Suffocate man with about four Gs
Suffocate man, then I might just breeze
I’ll bury man two foot shallow
Ain’t got time to dig six feet deep