[Chorus] Brighton town where you find me, Im on the high street I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me So I move right here, Cant get by me I got a whole album and its all by me I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby Now its all hard work, now its all lively [Verse] Back in the day when I gave mum backchat She would try tell a man AH AH Now I do that if a mana try act bad Gus got done but, Now hes a bad man Dint go vegas, or play blackjack Beat up dealers, robbed mans afghan Now mans got blue cheese and dank fam Write bars like Anne Frank I get live on a hype occasion One fan from show tried a snidey statement Tried to put Wiz down, tryna diss Jamaican So I shagged mans mum for the violation Like oh Why you tryna fight with Statham Tryna war with four of ya Getting drawn in payments Tell a man I wanna chat let their thought amaze em When they cant pool thoughts when they draw a statement On tracks, me I dont rhyme when I rap Me I just grime when I rhyme puff dank in a flat Toast, anchor on that, if i got a hankerin, jammin on that Mans overly on it, I got the dough in my wallet And when I pull on my pocket Im seeing permanent profit Its like the man they wanna chat like they Capone or Gotti And they be running with the shotty for a kick or a hobby I know a couple man they riding really didnt seem properly Better if everybody do it tell me where did the body be Tryna get some money tryna get into property Everybody wanna stomach coz Im doing it cockily I mother fucking hate slacker I dont role with no out the backers, no I dont role with no lazy man cause That makes man flip like acrobatics Like oh my, golly these guys want test like i wont try act dramatic Ill Learn the role then Ill smash the practise, then turn up late Shag the actress, see verb with the limp bars die for acting And a also look like a bag has packed him, and the also rare, fans are clapping But the girls embarrased to try an clap the act Im like, nowadays every body wanna talk like they got something to spray But nothing comes out when they loading clips, they just talking shit But still man wanna chat like they guns are blazing, got great form Im in great form, and Im gratetful for that withdraw, Ive been on tour I aint been on telly, then i fuck off home like I piss off kelly But man went from cotching to pingu, to blotting, to hindus Then back to the igloos, Im cold Our tier man are just big news Thats when the gali wan llick on semis I come back to the flow like a pistol, ready Im getting back from the show, pissed already And Im bad with the bone in my bitches belly I got a bag from Michone from the ghetto lady you know You one of them wouldnt and couldnt man That couldnt afford a bag of the Buddha man, me? Ima jetlag and then travel and then go into camp for a can on a boulevard, you? You went clown now youre talking all loud and you tell a man lowe of the western wild out Even though higher man think thats a lie that gotta you man what thats about Coming back from Thailand, with dreadlocks, a skin condition A vague notion of how to throw some sort of kick Does not qualify you as a fucking therapist You eggy eggy breds, yeah? On the real though I dont know nothing bout whatshisface, but whatshisface know something bout Wizzy I grew up on Marley and Macy and Lizzy and Wu Tang, Rumcon, Fiddy and Dizzee Chilling with fizzy and bizzy and gizzy, growed with streez and meags and billy Shot food with seller man halves now kilian, catches man on the can thats brilliant Progress, got my own test, I dont need your one, twos get drawn on You man are falling asleep with the porn on Me Im on stage tryna keep my own drawers on, simple as that I give em a sprinkle of swag, now they wanna sink in a lap, I aint simple as that And I aint got a tip for a slag, I aint tryna dip in a hag, lets go now [Chorus] Brighton town where you find me, Im on the high street I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me So I move right here, Cant get by me I got a whole album and its all by me I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby Now its all hard work, now its all lively Brighton town where you find me, Im on the high street I got the best flow, Coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And i spit grimey, see me on itunes, and they just buy me I move wisely, Cant get by me,I got whole album And its all by me, I roll with the biro, ryan had a baby Now its all hard work, now its all lively
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