All my daggies south the river, bag the boxes, flood the block and then repeat, Food is funding fame, we getting paid to speak, Took a break, came back and man’s forgotten how they came to be, Don’t be shitting where you eat, All my daggies south the river, bag the boxes, flood the block and then repeat, Food is funding fame, we getting paid to speak, Took a break, came back and man’s forgotten how they came to be, Don’t be shitting where you eat, They ain’t got shit to tell me, Already got the shit I want they ain’t got shit to sell me, Dem man are preeing my shit, their eyes are bigger than their belly, Say they’re you’re friends but in the end it’s always me and Zelly, It’s always niggas gassing saying man should be on telly, It’s always bitches nagging telling my girl she should be wary, It’s always haters acting like they love you but they’re jelly, It’s never people saying I’m respecting what you tell me, So what’s my motivation, Way back when I was twenty, I dint really have any, But these days mate there’s plenty, Nothing or everything to lose the 2 of dem mek man petty, Sick of being cornered, man dem should be acting like man’s Freddy Krueger in these streets, Niggas mouth is stinking need to brush their teeth, Still wouldn’t let em kiss my feet, Looking ‘pon yuh, kiss my teeth, Mate I’m 12 bag down man’s tryna recoup this paper off the beats, Plus some rappers act like what they’re doing ain’t because of me! Got my slippers on, Got my cardigan, Doing dad jokes, Teen arguments, Wifey pot roast, Cussing parliament, On the breakfast show, In the morning, Kids think I’m, Fucking boring, Cos I chat my life, like it’s just stories, Like it’s all porkys, But I’m Bruce Wayne, Nyamming in Morley’s, Now, Feds ignore me, Secret life shit, ca they never saw me, I do hard labour, I don’t do Tory, (Un)less they’re in power, Cut my taxes for me, That’s my superpower, That you don’t know, Mikie blaks the one behind the whole show, All my daggies south the river, bag the boxes, flood the block and then repeat, Food is funding fame, we getting paid to speak, Took a break, came back and man’s forgotten how they came to be, Don’t be shitting where you eat, All my daggies south the river, bag the boxes, flood the block and then repeat, Food is funding fame, we getting paid to speak, Took a break, came back and man’s forgotten how they came to be, Don’t be shitting where you eat!

Big shout out to the olders, Who thinks this kinda beats soulless, But recognise time is rewinded, And these little guys just stand on our shoulders, Big shout out to my OG’s! Big shout out my co-d’s! Shout out to my boy Ron, did time in Pen for fucking up Police! Big shout out to my mum, Got fists like bricks, fuck around you’re done! Where u fucking think all my rage comes from? Dad was a pum, still a gangsta’s son! Big shout out to my uncle Del, Try put his hands on man, didn’t go well, For him, Know why I ain’t traumatised? Cos I brought a metal pole for that guy! Now he’s only got one good eye, And he’s one legged, Yeah bitch I said it, Big up to my people who go through shit, Still saw what they wanted said ‘yeah I’m gonna get it’! Big up to my ones who said ‘Yeah, I don’t believe ya’ When you was in school and said ‘yeah, you ain’t a leader’, Big up to the ones who treat dem the way they treat ya, Trust me, you gotta beat them before they beat ya, Flip dat, stack dat, standard procedure, Big up them man running game like it’s Fifa, Fuck all the haters, fuck non-believer, Big up my people who know they ain’t either, Mikie Blak’s certie, Mikie blaks dirty, try do me murky, triple edge cleaver! Big up my old skool, like Queen Latifah, beeper, man that say reefer, Lisa, Lisa, But it ain’t cult jam, got shottas follow man like a cult fam, leader, Man told me slow down, didn’t know how, next ting I know, turn around and man’s Caesar, Big up man like D, weren’t lying when he told man, the green have you lean like Pisa, Big up man like Seed, copper told him, beat me in a fair fight, nigga I’ll free ya, Big up man like David, He said, if you’re moving them tings, gotta move like bounty, Especially, if ur moving them bits through county, coppers looking man that’s rowdy, Big up class of 9-4, mate, likkle pussyoles made it mad easy for man to take over, Big up man like B, big up man like M, big up man like J, you’re my soldier! Man’s getting older, that means that man like me can’t be arsed with all the beef, Fuck the code wars, fuck the line wars, fuck the rap wars, fuck the streets, Fuck the badman, fuck the pussy’ole, fuck the haters, fuck anyone who ain’t about my P’s, Fuck the haters, ‘cos you’re the same as, them little bitches that chat to Police, ‘Ca MIKIE BLAK ain’t no thief, but I take tings that have got took, Bare man out here working through trauma, ‘ca they mistook man for man that’s shook, Yeah, Mikie Blak’s calm ‘till you fuck with the cook, that’s it, mate, the ting’s fucked, I don’t do drama but Mikie Blak’s karma leaves man needing to get stitched up, Big up to A&E stitching man up, Big up to Legal Aid, stitching man up, Big up to Parliament, bitching man up, They got their own problems, they don’t give a fuck About how niggas eating, ‘till one of their own take the meeting, Big up to keeping your cut, Big up my people who don’t give a fuck, It’s been that from whadday, it ain’t changing up!

Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up them Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Them pussyholes they hate us, We don't check their behaviours, We blazing up them flavours Dem flavours Dem flavours You got baccy You got papers I got high grade, I got vapours, Full of Cali weed, Shits dangerous, The shits viral, The shits famous, My apps backed up, Too much payments, I don’t even shot, I just help my family with arrangements, Shot a ting from my stash on occasions, I got Asian, I got Jamaican, I got Thai shit, No one’s making, I Put the shit in red velvet shits baking, I got a next identity with the neighbours, They think herbal tea, when I say stuff, About flavours, They wanna break out the crumpets or some shit, I wanna drop some E’s with the ravers, Yo, that’s an annual ting tho, man don’t even keep up with the lingo, Beca' man's always on the ganja ting, bro, Come with that bush, I don’t think so, Yeah spray LSD on that shit mek the ting grow, Mek it smoke nice, mek it stink bro, Don’t be fucking with the 3 month window, and fuck the whole grow, that’s a sin, bro, If man would have patterned up the ting, I'd have been too buzzing, To be arsed to haggle up the ting, I’d have called you cousin, Man act like they don’t know nothing, Gyal dem show dem weed is loving, That’s why all a dem teens are puffing, That and cos the tunes are fucking Flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up them Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Them pussyholes they hate us, We don't check their behaviours, We blazing up them flavours Dem flavours Dem flavours We’re a lean up civilisation, Government stalling the legalisation, Ca they ain’t bought up enough plantations, So I gotta deal with a bag of these pagans, Anytime I wanna get hold of my flavours, Can’t move bits thru the zone 1 stations, 'Ca dem sniffer dogs, sniffing out that fragrance, But that’s an old skool problem, Air tight sealed baggy, job done! Mans wanna know my plugs, just to rob dum, Sit the fuck down, this ain’t Compton! My plug drop my tings off in a Maseratz, his plug’s a white man that wears plaid, If man was still in this game, I’d be having afternoon tea in the savoy with that twat, Chatting stacks, Well nigga I ain’t really bothered, Niggas fucking with the money, niggas fucking with the product, Can’t be arsed to be chasing niggas every morning I got up, All the way into the daytime, all the way till I lock up, And I’m always dodging coppers, And they’re always chatting bollocks, Saying that they nearly got us, But they really wanna rob us, Can’t be arsed with the uppers, Can’t be arsed with the downers, Can’t be arsed with the ket, I can’t be bothered with the poppers, Nigga even if they got us they could never stop us, All of that palava’s why I promise, gotta keep it honest, Anyways, I just want my chronic, keep it supersonic, Gotta have it anytime I want it, Why there’s so much of it, Can a brain be bionic? Ca that’s how I’m feeling when I’m on it, Like some nanotechnology, I don’t give no apology when it comes to how I got it, Yo, I don’t, give a fuck, if it empties out my wallet, Nigga imma stay, on it Like an air traffic controller, Infect niggas lives like corona, Working 24 hours solar, Powered UV lights, ting's a grower, You ain’t got an invite, means you ain’t no one, You ain’t got that pokey, nigga you can do one! Man brought half a bar, that’s me and you don, Came in that medical case, to preserve dem Flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, We're blazing up them Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Dem flavours, Them pussyholes they hate us, We don't check their behaviours, We blazing up them flavours

Ey yo, I ain’t gonna lie I’m doing this for the radio, Never really cared bout making riddim for ladies though, But there’s something hitting different watching my babies grow, Little Zion, never crying, that’s Reuben’s baby bro, Lately I adopt the attitude fuck you pay me tho, Only ever send my babies out in the latest clothes, Only ever take my lady out to the greatest shows, Said that we would take it slow, half a decade ago, 4 kids later that’s a blatant joke, but it’s family, So don’t be mad at me, Beca’ my prices coming like I’m in Abu Dhabi, Yh You get what you pay for mate, and my shit ain’t too shabby, got couple man in Brum, man in Sheffield and Manny, Thats cos I’m a Leicester man, used to travel for fanny, Used to chase it like I’m chasing a Grammy, But long before my mum became a granny, I became a hubby and daddy, I married a baddie, Run the tribe like a crime family, I used to run the crime family like it’s my family, Family can fight family, but don’t try my family, Man dem desensitised, done it too many times family! I’m from the jungle and the grime family, The funky and the live family, Man don’t like Grammerly, Got reading age of 15, when I was five, family Everybody moving as one, we like a hive family, I take what’s mine, family We ain’t got shit to prove bro, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest! All of the ladies and dudes know, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, Ease up my guy, This here’s my time, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, (We) done leave dem blind, Can’t block my shine, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest! We ain’t got shit to prove bro, We the baddest, All of my ladies and dudes know We the baddest, From south the river to Pluto, We the baddest, Even them classical fools know, We the baddest, Beware them niggas wha 2-tone, They’re the saddest, Man dem who listen my tunes know, Know what that is, Man dem don’t live in the loophole, Ain’t making no new bros, Just passing thru, 2 shows, Is all we got in your ends We out here making them ends We ain’t out here making friends Mans buying a new home, My babies are too grown To be sharing rooms bro, My wifeys too fire I ain’t fucking after show hoes, Yeah you fucking damn right, Had to get my mind right, Just to get my rhymes tight, Now I hog the limelight, Like a nigga who just got his teeth done, bright white, Like bitch with her new tits hanging out, quite right, nigga! We ain’t got shit to prove bro, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest! All of the ladies and dudes know, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, Ease up my guy, This here’s my time, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, (We) done leave dem blind, Can’t block my shine, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest! Very broke, I need plenty dough, Gonna get it tho Mek it grow, Every penny sowed Dollars in a row, Heavy flow, Like it’s menstruation problems from my throat, I’m the goat, You may never know, Till I let it go! And I know Every so and so Wanna throw a blow But they don’t They already know How that ting will go, Don’t believe me ask your bro Look around, where that nigga go? Mate that’s how you know, Who is your bro and who’s your foe, My mum taught me a saying, “crackhead keep crackhead friend” and I see it, if one of dem niggas pree it, the rest of them wanna know, Yeah The shottas they move with the shottas, and the coppers move with the coppers, fiends are moving round anyone who’ll tick dem little blow, Yh my oldest he’s the boldest and he’s all about his money, he can be likkle gully but keeps his people off the road, Yeah my baby is in love with me, sometimes she can’t be fucked with me, but when it really matters we’re connected and it show, Living like arpeggio, yh that’s one beat at a time, My babies one of a kind Cos they’re DNA assigned, Can’t let em look in my eyes And think man ain’t on the grind Graduated university and every school of life, So when I say ‘take your time’, little nigga sit the fuck down and listen, I got 47 years of learning the lies, So I’m wise, I know everything and I can tell the future, Imma leave u a town, that’s your future… We ain’t got shit to prove bro, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest! All of the ladies and dudes know, We the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, Ease up my guy, This here’s my time, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest, (We) done leave dem blind, Can’t block my shine, the baddest, the baddest, the baddest!

I got no ties I got no allegiance, Im my own boss, I’ve got no leaders, Got my own music studio fam, And I built that shit with my own two hands, Got my own wife and my own kids in my own crib, where we all live, Got my own plug, and I link him up, Every single month, Buy a massive chunk! And when I drop the P, that’s my own green, Only share that shit with my own team, Cos all my niggaz Are their own bosses, With their own office, Make the most profits, But them same niggaz are insane niggaz, Yo we ain’t the type to play games, nigga, Got four convictions, and a bag of cautions, No jail time, that’s how it’s done, nigga! I got scum niggaz Give them a q of brown, Theyll take a nigga down, In the middle of town, I got smart niggaz, In the conference room, Washing all the P, Put it on the tunes, I got rich niggaz With the cash stacked, U wanna buy a theatre? We can have that, I got wise niggaz, 5 steps ahead, I got psychic niggaz, chatting to the dead, So I see them niggaz with their secret hate, Know I’m going places so they wait, Dropping P and Pussy like it’s bait, Niggaz never checking how man’s made, If that shit worked, man wouldn’t be here today, Be someone’s bitch, or someone else’s slave, Man’s just got some shit I gotta say, Man’s too old to give a fuck, anyway! Fuck if you ain’t heard of me, man’s heavyweight Been out on these streets since ’88, Man trying to tell man how to do my ting, Don’t need no partner or no playmate, Man survived Aylesbury and the Heygate, Man ran Tabard, all the time made cake, Man survived Brixton fed station overnight, Only other man’s that can say that is white, That’s right, Man’s fight, Man manipulate next man’s minds, That’s why I get mines every time, Mans know when a gyal is trying way too hard in the dance, neg that bitch, pussy all mine! Man know plain clothes, Spot dem undies a mile off, Don’t know where the fuck they got their style off, Man knows tactics, Follow the cash, see where it go, Paper trail ends at my water front studio, These man are out here living life like it’s a loophole, That’s how man end up, getting, tangled, yo that’s you bro! I’m trying to make my paper fat, like a Sumo. Man dem exposed their yellow back. Man are 2-tone, Can’t see no mouth deh ‘pon your face, that’s a poo-hole, Can’t be out here wearing no balaclava, man needs a loo bowl, You getting vex ‘bout what I’m saying, but it’s true, though, Yo mate, it’s truth, bro! Ey, yo, Man can’t un-pattern the pattern, Man can’t undo what just happened, Came with the Streetfighter uppercut, Send a nigga straight to Saturn, Let coppers bag ‘em and tag ‘em And when they investigate, “Yo, I don’t know what just happened”, Opportunities, I grab ‘em, But I just can’t fucking fathom, How niggas think they can look at my gyal and I won’t fucking stab ‘em, Fuck with my food and I won’t fucking spasm, Look at my garms, yeah mate, you can’t have ‘em, Look at your bullshit bars, you ain’t talent, Don’t even know if I’m just on the wagon Or if I’m out here doing some next type of rapping, Don’t give a fuck what you think ‘bout my fashion, Either it’s coming out rapping, Or it comes out some next kinda way and then everything’s crashing, Sirens blaring, blue lights flashing, Don’t you know man’s out here trying to cash in, Monetize talent, get P for the passion, Step inna me junction, yeah mate I clap ‘em Make shit happen that man can’t imagine, Comp on the mix bus, yeah mate, banging, Spit hot fire like dragon, no blagging, Nah I ain’t bragging, It’s just how it happened, Came with the challenge, Man started flapping, Cos he thinks if I lose imma start clapping, Cos he thinks if I win imma start clapping, You’re shook mate, that’s how I know you ain’t trapping, Chatting bout packets, Chatting bout ‘matics, You must mean Zanussi, Head big like Akabusi, Yeah mate, allow all the blagging…

Man dem want me nervous Gyal dem think man’s worthless People try fe fuck with we Ended up with murders Man don’t deal with middle men When man makes that purchase Taking everybody’s spot, Glorious purpose, Man dem want me nervous Gyal dem think man’s worthless People try fe fuck with we Ended up with murders Man don’t deal with middle men When man makes that purchase Taking everybody’s spot, Glorious purpose, Why’s man actign niggerish? You know u just ticklish, Clocked you like your bitches did, They freeing up that liquorice, Your people don’t give a shit, If you rock your shiny little chain And man dem lick that shit, Leave your rass holding your dick! That’s the kind of nigga I ain’t linking with, Dem stinking bitch, Man is out here thinking big, I’m rinsing it like Indesit, Man sit round just thinking shit, I went out and did that shit, Haters wanna start some shit, I finish it and build some shit With silver riz and cannibus and very little baccy, I’m on edge now I’m a daddy, don’t be fucking with my cali, Don’t be fucking with my picni, Pls don’t think just cos they’re with me, I won’t let that shit tun sticky, I’m like ‘watch your old man get busy!’ Then they tun wishy, washy, When they realise man’s frosty, Begging for their lives, waan snog me, Secretly, man waan’ off me, But they know that shits too costly, Ca they still wanna follow man ‘pon spotty, ‘Ca every single jam bang like a bomb, yeah, Got them white boys that rock Fitch, Abercrombie Losing their minds like a zombie, Gimme airtime, put me on yeah! Man dem want me nervous Gyal dem think man’s worthless People try fe fuck with we Ended up with murders Man don’t deal with middle men When man makes that purchase Taking everybody’s spot, Glorious purpose Man dem want me nervous Gyal dem think man’s worthless People try fe fuck with we Ended up with murders Man don’t deal with middle men When man makes that purchase Taking everybody’s spot, Glorious purpose I like to brag how man’s come up, How all my bank accounts always full up, But that don’t mean that man ain’t got his demons, man don’t wanna be seeing me when I fuck up, Man like me ain’t the type to shut the fuck up, Say it how I see it, I don’t give a fuck, But man’s had issues with rage from when man was teenage, classic psychopathic man get done up For seemingly nothing, Try to keep composure but the beef keeps coming, Man don’t like my garms and how their gyal keeps looking, Didn’t realise she could do better otherwise the two of yous wouldn’t be fucking, Wifey keeps coming, In our bedroom, in her clothes, to the shows, and she’s throwing down something, Try and put your hands on her man, she starts cutting, Left a man done up on the floor and we cutting! You can’t take it anymore, then say nothing, Everytime you kop a draw and start buzzing, Man are talking and cussing, But of course when they’re looking in a nigga face, course man are bluffing, What you fucking saying now nigga? Nothing! Man a top boy times 2, man are D, man are Sully, Daytimes a briefcase, nighttimes a pushy pully, And a bally, And the gloves that are surgical, Move to me them times there, man won’t stay vertical, Some man are hurting dudes, Us man are murking dudes, ‘Specially when working food, Up all night serving dudes, Fuck all that 9 to 5 shit, fuck that servitude, Man still be rocking Vuitton and them Burberrys too, Got shit I’m working through, Man don’t trust therapy, Come with that Hennessy, And bring that high grade through, Glorious purpose is what man aspire to…!