Stretch out my rap flow
Hollowman, let me switch up to swag mode
I set my spliff up, get that rolled
Pick up my door key, slip on my black coat
Rip up a rap show
First thing, gotta pick up the strap though
Big boy something that'll rip out your backbone
Mad batches
I wouldn't wanna be who the mac catches
But let's switch up from the strap antics
My jeans look gully and the hat matches
Fantastic
I don't spend cash, nah I grab plastic
And talk about the rap scene, man smashed it
Your CD's wack 'cause your man gassed it
A mad gash shit, cashed in
Walk in the park, mad smash hits
The BET award, man bagged it
Popped up, guns out, Baghdad shit
Mad swag shit, crack shit
I can't leave it, strap magnet
Bagged it, good work, rem man backed it
Wiley and Hollowman, man chat shit
Zip it up when badman are passing
Live shows, live money, we can half it
I used to wonder why my walls had carpet
Friends made jokes and I couldn't even mask it
Now I'm making money with my old friend Target
Got a lemon zoot in my hand, let me spark it
Tek a one draw, put it down then I aim for the target
MCs thought I was passed it
Put me by the river and I bet you I could part it
Smart kid, our kid, fly boy apartment
We're doing business and they ain't even started
Underground car parks where I'm parking
Club nights in the hood is where I started
Somebody said I can't make money
And then my daughter said somebody farted
I'm saying somebody charted
Me, plus somebody's laughing
Me, SLK in the driveway
Benz in the courtyard, bike in the garden
Beef? Beg your pardon?
Better step back, I'm from the darkness
When I brought you, there'll be no clear skies
And I don't fear guys, I'll be swinging in the market
I'll be swinging in the market
A lot of man are half-hearted
A lot of man don't bark it
A lot of man do it but they didn't start it
Hummer's on the back road where I parked it
Grime lands, mine, I've already marked it
I'm a king when I roll through anywhere
You're just a king when you roll through Barnet
Hold your corner, I'm not a talker
No loose lips, no propaganda
No informer, no information
Never say too much in a conversation
When me come through, that a danger
Big nine milli one inna di chamber
Man a like Trigs, go and bring the Luger
Them never see me dark with a big revolver
Sharp like a razor, cool and deadly
Bigging up me crew inna di penitentiary
Dark like a who? Dem no dark like a me
And the crew me represent, see that the SDC
Fly gyal, she like it, when me in her corner
Manaman try me say this, man a push the beamer
True dapper don, man a real super
And I'm all about the money, man a real hustler
Just a likkle heavier
Down where me live inna Manchester
Highest doses inna di city centre
Moss Side man dem a living gangster
Black hoodie, black gloves, that a shadow sniper
Ruff ryder, see man a ruff ryder
Techno and crew, dem a true soldier
'Bout E3, protect it to the T
Ratatatata, try me big uzi
Hold tight Skepta, Prestige, JME
And a boy you better know, see this a Trigga MC
Hold tight Giggs, you know say that a family
Roll Deep, Flowdan and my bredrin Wiley
And the Midlands mafia, man a come down proper
See all the flyest squad, you know say man a member
Bassman and Spider, me bredrin Cracka
Anytime we come through we get a likkle dark
