Stick an MC to the game with Blu Tack, now you're in

Ain't got nothing to say? Then move back, let's begin

I like to jump on the track and spray that, practice aiming

Don't get caught up in the people's drama, catch me sailing

If you wanna go to the grime library, see Logan Sama

He got the history there like old school Gift and Armour

I swear the original energy we had fueled the whole nation

That's why I can't moan, I'm glad that music's my occupation

I don't even say "mic check, 1-2" anymore, that's crazy

Oh yeah, I wanna shout out Masro, sent me a riddim that amazed me

I was on my laptop listening, saying "I could duppy this beat"

"Even though it's got them dubstep elements, I f**k with this, don't hate me"

What have you done for me lately? That's what some fans wanna know

Some might split from groups in a solo and end up standing alone

What a lot of people don't know, there is a system in place to follow

But I tell a system "I hear you today and you hear me tomorrow"

Cause I don't wanna lend or borrow, we're chasing the heights of the goals we set

Cause them things start fading away real quick, as old as we get

Gotta put some away for a rainy day and make sure we're bubbling

I don't even know what recession is, my whole life's been based on juggling

I came for the game like ayy, after my set, fam, draw for my pay

Send me a champs and I might just stay

All my dons in the dance on a wave

Skepta, Jme, J2K



Nameless goons with us, they don't play

Can't walk through here, walk that way

I'm seeing all this from the first day

Seen a lot, seen the bottom of the game and the top

Some days I ask myself this, though

"Why you giving all your money to a shop?"

Better put your money in a brick

So when you're 40, you won't feel sick

Better put your money in a brick

So when you're 40, you won't feel sick

What'd you wanna do? Spend a million or two

On your family or you could spend it on your crew

Before you realise that you gotta have a house

These are the idiot tings we do

Now it's back on the grizzle, standard

I'm blacking out like Wretch 32

Certain labels wanna get dons

Who are gonna conform cause they can't get me to

Even though I'm not committing a crime

I gotta keep a stash of bail money aside

Some man have got money to spend, yeah

And some man have got money to hide

Some man have got money to waste

Wasting when they step in the place

I know them way there

Clued up, fam, I know them ways

Been a while since Sidewinder and Danger

Rinse FM every day, no major

Slimzee on the decks, [?] flat

Then I'm back on the road, like a street rat

But I always knew I had talent

The thing was, I never had no balance

No patience, I was rushing

Too much battling, too much cussing

Since "Champagne Dance" and [?]

2014 now everybody knows me

I'm saying "BBK for life"

I'm on a sunshine island, living life lowkey

If I don't reflect to tell you how I feel

We both know that it won't be real

I'm gonna fly at my brother and hope he chills

Cause life's all about going over hills

I just wanna kick back with the grade in a hot tub

Blue Ciroq, peng tings in the hot tub

Even when I done "Nicole's Groove"

I couldn't see myself getting any credit, but I cropped up

Every day is a heatwave lately

Jump in the sea and I let the wave take me

Put my heart in a song

Back on my job, it's been way too long