作曲 : Craig Hayward/Nikhil Nagarkar/David Hindley

I came from the bottom of the pack to

Top dog eating I got em on their back

Got em on a leash I don’t feed em for free

I’m a beast and I only eat beats for the P

Billing up racks

blast back while I stack cash in my back pack

Brap Brap

big cat hit like a big bat

Everybody onit like “sick that “

Lighters gunfighters then click clack pow

Everybody sit back down I’m about

Fee going up 5 times the amount

Sick Gang fam them fans are devout

Everybody on it with their hand in my mouth

Avoid the distraction blanking em out

till I’ve got Ms in my Santander account

plan are about

Got the game on lock bang out for the count

Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners

Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners

Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners

Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners

Them man are overly gassed and I’m overly passed it

There’s nobody that sick,

I’m in a league of my own can’t nobody match it,

ima go for the hatrick,

I’ve got the captain flow,

been doing this since Rinse in the flats in Bow,

That’s history,

If you don’t come with a positive vibe then miss me,

I keep the verses crispy,

And heaven knows,

I got 11:11 flows

That hit the target like Devons road,

Stack up the verses and let em go,

Don’t get your head involved in my business,

God is my witness, I pass the test like litmus,

rap the gift like Christmas,

pack the spliff no biftas,

I got the sickness

Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners

Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners

Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners

Let’s get it on then creeping up on them every beat bomb them got no manners

Think I’m a problem now you’ve got one trust man I’m on one got no manners