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I was sure that you’d love me
To that hope, I did cling
‘Cause I’m… Richard the third
And… Everybody loves a king!

Thought I did a good job
Why do you disagree?
There’s a lot of people
Spreading nasty rumors ’bout me
Every word is a lie
So I’m singing this song
‘Cause the history books
Have been telling it wrong!

I Never had a limp
Always walked my full height
Never had a hump
And my arm was all right
Never took the crown
With the ilegal power
Never killed my nephews
The princes in the tower
Tudor propaganda
It’s all absurd
Time to tell the truth
‘Bout King Richard the third

My brother Edward, died
His kids too young to rule
So… I took the throne
Why not? I’m nobody’s fool!

Thomas More wrote a history
Said I’d murdered Edward’s boys
Shakespeare said their death
Was an evil ploy
But I say those two
Are historical vandals!
They’ve ruined my image!
I mean, what a scandal!

Never bumped off
Those harmless young heirs
Never buried them
Under the Tower of London stairs
Never poisoned my wife
Bumped off her daddy
This is me, sweet Richard
Do I look like a baddy?
Never was two-faced
Sure you’ll agree
I was misunderstood
King Richard three

Can you imagine it?
I’m the last Plantagenet
Beaten by Henry
In the Wars of the Roses
The Tudor dynasty
Didn’t care that much for me
Now I’m painted as a baddy
That’s why one supposes… (continues while next verse is sang)

Never forget
When you hear of my crimes
Never drowned my brother
In a massive vat of wine
Never said ‘a horse!
My kingdom for a horse! ‘
Who made that up?
Why, William Shakespeare, of course!

Now my tale is told
You won’t hear a bad word
About a special ruler
King Richard the third
Arg it’s a wasp it’s a wasp

(Intro – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend a check and get it right back
Ni**a what we doing?
Spend a check and get it right back oohh!

(Chorus – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
What we doin’?
Spend a check and get it right back
What’s a couple grand?
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t that remix
Spend a check and get it right back remix
Spend a check and get it right back

RELATED

(Verse 1 – Dae Da)
Let them numbers talk, let them numbers talk
I’m rich as s**t, I got too much sauce
Worked my a$$ off, I need my passport, I do
They love me in London, this career here ain’t promised
Don’t understand all that mumbling
Ni**a, speak how you feel
What’s the pressure and the hate for?
You only knew me bout a year
Went on that Thug tour, and what?
And I went slept crazy
Now I’m on another tour, another one?
They ain’t doing that in the a oh no
Couple jewels on me, lot of blues on me
A lot of tatted in the city
But ni**as tripping in the city
All that shooting and that running
Shoot innocent bystanders
So you call that gangsta? That ain’t gangsta
Ni**a better get you some money

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young Thug)
Spend that s**t YSL, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t yeah, yeah, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend it, spend it, spend that s**t, remix
Spend that s**t, brand new Bentley, spend that s**t, spend it, ni**a
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend it, get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Jeffery!
Jumanji boards
Get it, got Jumanji boards
More hoes than a body tell
And they all think I’m one on one
She sped off
F**k around, took my meds off
My dogs wit me baby, better call Petsmart
I just bought a big light
Bought it just to touch it for something
And I heard your dope ain’t nothing
You touch it, it bust for something
It’s not a discussion for something
Hublot flooded for something
Chain gang Kool-Aid pack, honey bun
I got a check for rando
I treat the best the family though
I might put a snake on all my collars
I don’t care a boo when I’m sprinkling dollars
My molly is pink, no dolphin
Your weed is extinct, no coffin
I heard that you waiting for something
You better take over for something
When you get it, spend that s**t, ni**a

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young M.A)
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
What up, Dae Dae?
Spend a check and get it right back
Ooouuu!
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 3 – Young M.A)
I got my money up, got my money up
Got the nina on me, I keep her tummy tucked
Riding round in that 87 bumping my s**t skrrt!
50 bands in a rubber band on some block s**t
She pop the pu**y, I pop the tags, they pop s**t
Pinkie ring all iced out on some rock s**t
Golddiggers try to s**k me up on some mop s**t
But I’m Money Mitch, I’m broke, baby, I ain’t got s**t
Kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I’ma kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I kill her s**t and send her right back
I kill her s**t and send her right back

(Outro – Young Thug)
You gotta spend a check, get it right back
You gotta blow a check, you gon get it right back
If you ever cry with checks, might not get every back

[Hook]
Tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 1]
Spotlight’s down in the hotel lobby
Turn it up, honey shake that body
Dance on top of the Maserati
Nobody can get enough
Push and pull, it’s the evening mission
Turn me on like a television
Fire me up with your disposition
How you gonna get enough?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
People in the sky
People on the ground
Everywhere I go
From Tokyo to London town

[Chorus 1]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Verse 2]
Trip me up as I pass your shoulder
Private dance like I’m Tina Turner
Just one touch and you’re done, you’re over
Bet you’ll never get enough

[Pre-Chorus 2]
People in the bedroom
People on the floor
Everywhere I go
From Mexico to Singapore

[Chorus 2]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

[Refrain]
If you want me, know how to please me
Go on and turn me out
If you want me, you better tease me
Don’t make me show you how

[Pre-Chorus 3]
People on computers
People in the park
Everywhere I go
From Ohio to Santa Barb

[Chorus 3]
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, it’s been all of my life
Boys tease the girls
Then the girls tease the boys
Come on, 24-day and night
Girls tease the boys
Then the boys tease the girls
Come on, don’t be wasting my time

[Hook]
If you’re gonna tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me
Why you gotta tease me, tease me
Go ahead and tease me, tease me

Listen, little lady,
This is just the worst way to spend your birthday,
It’s thirty degrees, Thursday.
You work late, you is with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes.
Lady, the word rape sums up events that take place every night.
You wanna get up but you know your legs’ll ache if you try.
And you remember that your punter went crazy last night,
You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face, then you cry.
Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for,
You’ll make a trip to the Whittington where they’ll look at your jaw.
They’ll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure,
They’ll know you’re fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door.
But young woman the pimp sees you as nothin’ but a dumb hooker,
Medical attention could be fatal
‘Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him,
‘Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in.

She’s just under the upper-hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and,
Sell love to another man.
It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.
For angels to fly.

Little lady,
Your mind you’ve made up,
Your injuries you can’t hide with make-up.
You need some medical advice, you make up,
A little lie to say just in case the Doc opens his eyes and don’t decide to play dumb.
With any luck you’ll see the same dude that stitched your top lip,
Last year when your pimp just lost it.
He wouldn’t recognize you if you stared him in the face anyway
‘Cause all the Heroin is making you age,
But you’re a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag, the funds you have left, go where you from using money gram.
Mother had to get you out of the motherland, to study,
That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand.
Little does she know, you’re never coming back
She put you in her brother’s hands only for him to formulate another plan
He’s the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that? You came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, Damn.

She’s just under the upper-hand.
And goes mad for a couple grams.
And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and,
Sell love to another man.
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
Now an angel will die, covered in white
With closed eyes, and hoping for a better life
This time I’ll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line.

Little lady,
You’re trembling with fear,
Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer,
You’re sitting facing a detective, oh dear
The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it,
She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in,
She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused
Your causing scandal going mad in the ward now,
The cop is trying to calm you,
Telling you he won’t let no one harm you
The same question he keeps trying to ask you,
Who you working for?
He’s talking to you like your worth more than a dirty whore
You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for
You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court
He’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before
Just before he leaves he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard
He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card
Begs you to use it, he’s useless if you’re gonna be stupid
‘Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips
You’re on your own,
You’ve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe,
You reach your door and then it dawns that you’ve been followed home
Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat
And then a voice says ‘where you been bitch I wanna know. ‘
No prizes for guessing who it is resistance would be foolishness,
You open the front door, he boots you in
There’s something new in him, he’s silent now
That fills you with terror
Get your alibi straight you could be killed for an error
He towers over you, the six inch knife catches the sunlight
At this point, your life flashes before your eyes
Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor
Despite the mess there’s only one thing that caught his eye.
And in the moment of rage he brutally murders his niece and dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street.

Little lady left this earth in the worst way, all because she got a card on her 13th birthday…

And we’re all under the upper-hand.
And go mad for a couple grams.
And we don’t wanna go outside, tonight
‘Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man,
It’s too cold outside; for angels to fly
For angels to fly,
Fly, Fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
Angels to die.

[Intro]
Uhm-hmmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(We got London on the track)
Hahaha, oh I like this one London
This one go hard, I’m finna fuck this one up
Nah I’ma fuck this up like

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (blew it)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (the newest)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (drank)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha (Keisha)
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (whew)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (uh)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (fuck)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 1]
Dime a dozen
Ride with me, you will get a lot of it (you will)
Pride of my son, he’ll ride with me junior
Size ’em up, got to show ’em who the biggest (who-who)
Shot the perp coming on my fucking pivot
Straight (?) user, drive a Civic (skrt)
Want a whole 8 ball? Give me a minute (hold on wait)
You gon’ fall face first, it’s all in your feelings (bitch)
Got my first (?) when I was 14 (Quay)
I know this sound crazy but I don’t drink
I told my lady to satisfy me
Cause baby you gon’ fuck around and lose me (I’m telling you)

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 2]
Ain’t got common sense (no)
You know I ride with them niggas who will die for me
Homicide if you fucking with my benefits (go on top)
But you tried if you thinking I’m not with the shits
No pot, I used shit and piss on the concrete bricks
.45 tucked on the side of me just in case she bitch
Multiplied if you think that they would decrease (the fuck?)
Wonder why R&B, yeah I’m listening to Lucci (Lucci)
In my motherfucking feelings (God damn)
Over there in them trenches, yeah
I’m not Haitian like (?)
Oh Lord I did it, yeah
I can’t believe it, I just damn

[Hook]
Remember I just blew my first mil (damn)
Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (sheesh)
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (how the hell?)
With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (turn up)
Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (yeah)
Pissed off, I can’t make a number or a shot (yeah)
Fuck it, I ain’t shoot no more, I’m bout to hit the block
Hit the block late, hit the block

[Outro]
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah
Hit the block late, hit the block

(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
(Yeah, So x4)
(Bitch, Grade-A, Drugs, Grade-A)
(Ayy, Grade-A, Grade-A, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
(Drugs, Grade-A, Bitch, Grade-A, Gun, Grade-A)
Yeah, So
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
As if you ain’t fuckin’ know
(See me, say mayday)
Yeah, So
Ayy
Yeah, So
Yeah, So

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade-A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Verse 1]
Been in corners, burnin’ bridges, breakin’ bitches
All while tryna duck the sentence too
Young and troubled, dubbed the pinnacle
Getting who, tre eight on the physical
Snub turn your brain to noodle soup
Came to show these niggas who is who
Packs that I flew and sold in school, Grade A

[Verse 2]
Mayday, don’t fuck with no naysay
I ain’t seen shit, want the P with the beam kit
Need some cut to mix the lean with
Turn your wife into a scene bitch
All facts, got some niggas serving life times
Cause most of y’all niggas all rats
Observe from the top, blowin’ pot, sippin’ drop
And I swear I ain’t lonely now that my demons my homies
I swear if they could they would clone me
Completing a mission my flow is forbidden
I swear you too big for your britches
I’m fuckin’ they bitches
I’m from the era where you bang and you giving out stitches You faggots would of known, I’m getting to the dough
Anyway I can, [?] kitchen, then we bagging dope
Out a fuckin’ brick, doing hand to hands
You would think we playing ring around the rose
London town, a couple thousand pound a show
Bitch, don’t you say that I ain’t international
Ever been to places when you go to other places
That customs will hassle you, trappin’ for capital
All off of rappin’, know that I’m snappin’
Young and I’m active
You try to interfere, my instinct is clappin’
I’m true to my faction
We move out the tightest of regiments
Surrounding myself with some predicates
Destination, where the cheddar is
Sliding down, off the sedatives
Ridin’ ’round, off the medicine
Weapons is guns and intelligence
Say that the Devil sent, I’m sure I ain’t Heaven sent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Yeah, I’m hella bent
But then again, yeah I’m hella bent
They say that we Devil sent
I’m just sure I ain’t Heaven sent
Then again, yeah I’m hella bent
Hella bent, then again, yeah I’m hella bent

[Hook]
Fuck the cops, fuck the Judge, fuck the DEA
Sippin’ jugg, [?] for a rainy day
If my teacher saw me now what would she say
Same thing that the fiends say, Grade A

Grade-A (x17)

Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the DEA

Yeah, So (x8)

[Outro]
No stress, more checks, more sex. What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?

What you smokin’ on? You smokin’ on some fire?

Might be some Ammi, might be some mafuckin’ Cheese, it just might be some Hogs Breath. I just know I smokin’ better than y’all niggas is smokin’ at home

Aww yeah (True)

And they gave me a school bus

Right, not a green room, but a green bus

Nigga, I’mma professor nigga

That’s life

I’m professor nigga

That’s progress

My profession is; livin’ like a wild mafucka and makin’ y’all niggas hate y’all shit or just wanna do it like me. Cause don’t front you wanna do it like me

PREACH

Real talk. RIP Yams, Free Mugga nigga, I don’t give a fuck ’bout nothin’ else. My niggas or nothin’

It’s all love

[Intro]
It’s Simmie Season
We still smokin’
Yeah
Simmie Season 2

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

[Verse]
I forgot to text my bitch, I was thinkin’ bout cash
I don’t even need no food, I just need that bag
If I ain’t doin’ shit I’m prolly thinkin’ about racks
Had to get it in my pocket, flip it make it right back
Simmie Season, money-making season 24/7
Countin’ dead presidents I been up since 7
I got that hustler’s ambition, getting money’s the mission
When the fam say they hungry I cook up in the kitchen

[Hook]
I wake up and go get the money
I pull up and my niggas smoking in public
The OG pack stankin’ and smellin’ digustin’
You ain’t talkin’ money can’t have a discussion
The choppa hit you and give you concussion
We could talk it out if a nigga talkin’ money
I’m overseas, I’m smokin’ in London
I’m counting the money I’m and real you buffin’
Drank in my cup, I be sippin’ on muddy
She don’t wanna fuck you, you don’t got no money
Niggas be talking but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothin’ I get to the money
‘Cause when I was bummy, she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now I got money she say that she love me
These niggas be talkin’, but they ain’t talkin’ money
If I don’t do nothing I get to the money

[Bridge]
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
Get to the Money
‘Cause when I was bummy she ain’t wanna fuck me
But now that I got I money she say that she love me

[Verse 1]
Let your friends down tonight
Cause I’m not gonna let you go
London’s got me and I
I know you wanna know
What the world looks like

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you flickering
Like a fire I light at my place
We can fall asleep there later

[Chorus]
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
(Go late night swimming)
(Swimming)

[Verse 2]
Kaleidoscope waves
Kiss the clouds inside my bones
They turn to gold

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you flickering
Like a fire I light at my place
We can fall asleep there later
(In the light I hear you say you)

[Chorus]
Wanna go late night swimming
Do you wanna go late night swimming?
(Go late night swimming)
(Swimming)

[Verse 3]
They’re all talking
But I just don’t wanna know
And your lip liner’s the color of my soul
Oh, we’re climbing up to the rooftop
Climbing up to the rooftop
And we don’t wanna stop
And you say “Anna”
And I say “Yes, let’s go”

[Outro]
We can go late night, night, night, night, night, night

[Intro]
Gonna cause a stink
Won’t be the first to blink
I’m not who you think
Don’t mess with me, I’m Boudicca

[Verse 1]
My husband Presotagus died
He was a Celtic king
I was his queen, so due to me
Was half of everything

[Verse 2]
Roman law gave half to me
So half was what they got
Till their nasty soldiers came
And took the blessed lot

[Verse 3]
Hey mister
I say you got the wrong end of the stick
His answer turned this sister
Into one angry chick!

[Chorus]
No man, Roman’ll
Push around this woman
You won’t get far, with Boudicca
Foeman, yeoman,
Smash the Roman foeman
All say yah! Yah! Boudicca

[Verse 4]
I built a massive army
Headed straight for the city
Beat ’em all with ease
And like me, it wasn’t pretty

[Verse 5]
Chopped ’em and hacked but
What made their red blood curl
Bad enough being beaten
But beaten by a girl?

[Verse 6]
Wacked ’em, smacked ’em
Boy how we attacked ’em
Near and far, ha ha ha!
Flayed ’em, slayed ’em
Up and down parade ’em
Boudicca Toughest by far!

[Hook]
Colchester, London, St. Albans
Everybody talk about dead Romans!

[Verse 7]
We marched on up the Roman road
That’s known as Watling Street
They trapped us in the forest
Then thrashed us to our defeat

[Verse 8]
By now you’d guessed I’m not the kind
Of girl to sit and cry
Be sold a slave to Romans?
You know I’d rather die!

[Verse 9]
They tried to take me prisoner
So I led the Roman boys on
Instead of giving in to them
I swallowed special poison!

[Chorus]
Martyr, smarter
Capturer, non-starter
This was our last hurrah!
Slaughtered, dismembered
Our tribe always remember
Boudicca! Superstar!
Boudicca! Superstar!

I got one job, two jobs, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

It’s a hard line when you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored

Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
Immigrants
We get the job done

Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill –
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos – immigrants, we get the job done

Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

I got one job, two jobs, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

It’s a hard line when you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored

Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
Immigrants
We get the job done

Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill –
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos – immigrants, we get the job done

Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

[Intro: Smoke Dawg]
You know I’m fuckin’ tired of all these pussies
I’m a gang nigga
Breezy
M-M-Murda

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas (yeah)
They see the diamonds and they freeze (bling)
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas

[Verse 1: SmokeDawg]
I took over the city, I got UK fuckin’ with me (gang)
Somethin’ in the back for all these niggas tryna kill me
Nothin’ but the door for all these bitches tryna diss me
Left her in the rain, I treat that bitch like she was missy (fuck her)
I need a piece, told ’em I need a piece, I need a piece
Flyin’ overseas you know I brought the team (I brought the gang)
Told Skepta line the peng tings all on their knees
Ten shots then we leave, you know we gotta [?]
I don’t ever slip, my nigga keeps it on his hip
I’m not hard to find, I did a show up on the strip
Different moves, I be makin’ different flips (different flips)
On a mission, I got niggas trippin’ bricks

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Hush, hush, you don’t wanna get touched
These kids ain’t askin’ much, I said hundred pounds
He said come then, now, gun them down
Back of the whip, that’s where your son gets found
Them man are overseas, niggas know it’s me
Man don’t care if you got shooters, pussy, so have we
Man, I’ve got myself, fuck the lottery
Had my life planned out first time I played Monopoly
Yeah, it was either music or the cocaine (cocaine)
Chose my way, now I’m in my own lane (own lane)
Jump online, search my own name
And I got the pengest tings on my soul train (sexy)

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Outro: SmokeDawg]
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

[Intro]
You know this that, this that DefAnition type shit, girl you feel me? Shit you gotta go and search if you don’t know what you’re talking about. I got London with me now, yeah

[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Verse]
Payday rolled on my sleeves on
Hold up they beezing on me
Standing here drinking Fiji
Hold up, get sneezed on
Call low life, they beat homies
I’m not playing with ’em
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done stayed down?
Is it safe to say Dae Dae done came around?
That basic bitch done made her way around
Now she fucking rappers, strip town from town
Staying out of trouble, that ain’t my business man
Sorry boy, I came from that gutter, I ain’t no city man
Fuck on my lil ho, her name is Bridget-Bridget
I got London with me now
[Hook]
I got London with me now
Hundreds on me, now that dude ceiling
At the top, stack that paper on that pussy
Cause I ain’t been broke in a minute
Wake up and take something
Face it, you basic
Be patient like wait bitch
Low life go ape shit
Low life amazing
These them love life pages

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah
London
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Got London with me now
Turn up

[Intro]
(We got London on the track)
That the check, we got check man
What you know about going at her?
Don’t tell that ho your business
Don’t tell that ho your business
Turn up

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Bridge]
You all in my business
You all in your feelings
Cause I came out of trenches
And I made it, I done did it
I feel like you ain’t fucking with me
There’s no way you can get it
Cause I came out that mud
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Go and get the check, go and get the money, never looking back
Tell them who you will, stand up like a man, never show no slack
Got to run up on ’em, got to turn up on ’em, got to show ’em who the man
Got to brush ’em off of me
All these cuban links, all these Rollies, gotta turn their lights on me
Nigga talking down, better bad, got the right amount on me
I’ma turn up on ’em every time I got the chance homie
Will I sign this deal or that deal? I never planned on it

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Verse 2]
Remember them times on the balcony
Remember them times I was rapping to myself saying I was gonna do this shit
Remember them times I was trapping hard on boulevard trying to get it
Remember the times that UPS, I was sorry moving boxes
Now I’m on the charts and shit
Now I want a ‘Rari
Shit fuck it, buy it tomorrow
Ain’t no way in hell
I can fucking fail
This shit here so easy
I make this shit look easy
Patient, make you wait
Me I had to go
Patient made me late
I wanted more
Feel like I wanted it more
I feel like I put it in motion
I feel like I couldn’t afford it
All the radio promotion
Whoever said I had to force it
This shit was blowing up anyway

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Outro]
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
Ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Live like a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking (?)
Then they came up on that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that definition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you on Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if those panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like “why your engine right there where your trunk be?”
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that “oh shit”
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Intro: Dae Dae]
I just came up on a fucking lick ho
I’m not going for it shit no more
I just turned up for my motherfucking homies
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
Where you were when I was going through that bullshit?
(We got London on the track)

[Verse 1: Dae Dae]
Daddy got three, my brother took a two
Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose
Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there
I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya
Ain’t nothing to play with, I got childrens
Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya
A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya
I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldn’t
Live like a movie, this shit outrageous
I just dropped that motherfucking (?)
Then they came up on that shit ridiculous
In Atlanta trap you heard that definition, ya-ya

[Hook: Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, nigga where you was?
I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz
And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood
That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga
Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga
Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga
Where your ass was at when I ain’t had scraps nigga?
Now you on Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho
I came straight from the bottom and I’m cocky ho
Ain’t no convo if those panties ain’t dropping ho
You better suck me, you better fuck me
Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty
When I was young, girl’s cousin used to hunch me
I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me
They like “why your engine right there where your trunk be?”
Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky
Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock
Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip
Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah I’m on that “oh shit”
Bitch you know I’m tacky, know I’m hot, know I got pull bitch

[Dae Dae]
Bullshit, going through that bullshit
Where-where you was?
Where you was when I was going through that bullshit?
Where-where you was? Yeah

[Verse: Luciana]
Hey hey we’re the same breed
When we bleed bleed
Don’t you know I’m just like you
You in my zoo zoo
Take a walk walk
In my shoes I’m just like

[Pre-Chorus: Luciana]
Konnichiwa, Ibiza
Tokio to Manila
London to Brazilia
We go gorilla
Konnichiwa, Ibiza
Tokio to Manila
London to Brazilia
We go gorilla
[Chorus: Luciana]
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go gorilla
We go gorilla
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala

[Breakdown: Will Sparks, Tyron Hapi & Luciana]
Lala
Gorilla
Lalalala
Gorilla
Gorilla
We go gorilla

[Verse: Luciana]
Hey hey we’re the same breed
When we bleed bleed
Don’t you know I’m just like you
You in my zoo zoo
Take a walk walk
In my shoes I’m just like you

[Chorus: Luciana]
We go gorilla
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go

[Bridge: Luciana]
Ich ni san shi
Go roku shichi hachi

[Chorus: Luciana]
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala
We go gorilla
We go gorilla
We go gorilla
Gorillalalalalala

[Breakdown: Will Sparks, Tyron Hapi & Luciana]
Lala
Gorilla
Lalalala
Gorilla
Gorilla
We go gorilla

Look, I ain’t really with the talkin’, bitch I’m really ’bout that action
I’m runnin’ up a ticket and fuckin’ bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin’ and bitchin’, they like investigatin’
Ain’t tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin’, claimin’ you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin’ me
To piss in a cup, don’t give a fuck, I’m ’bout to smoke my weed
Plottin’ in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin’ you gon’ ball, I’mma slide, you gon’ rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin’ me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can’t give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin’ with my woods, throwin’ Ps, in London, gettin’ P
I’m just throwin’ on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

]
Won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought ’bout buyin’, I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin’, I smashed it
You spendin’ paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin’ with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin’, too much confidence
100 B, ain’t no stoppin’ this
Out here brackin’, you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send ’em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I’m just tryna pay no mind, won’t waste my time
Won’t give it all to a fuck nigga
Don’t wanna show ’em the thriller, nigga don’t make me a killer
You all pitchin’, we all hitters, don’t fuck with us

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke niggas
I see her poppin’ them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin’ bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin’ tags
And you still gon’ cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin’ me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I’ll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
No E, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can’t smoke with man she’s ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin’ fasty
2 sharp, no them can’t style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip low plus I’m at it
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin’, got the whip skrrtin’
Section Boyz, that’s the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the water log ting

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man’s flashin’
Where you comin’ from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin’
Kinda embarrasin’
That’s a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I’m trappin’ in
Like oh oh, when I’m mashin’ it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin’
And when I’m in the squad, what’s happenin’?

Light it, ross it
If it’s acro, pass it
Them man all soft, them targets
I’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it
Off like a bastard, man’s charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man’s chargin’
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man’s garden
I got grams of trees, but who’s askin’?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I’m Tarzan
Man’s calm but try and harm my Gs and you’ll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin’ like armpits
Little tooly tool, I’m still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

[Verse 1]
Don’t know where we’d go girl
But at least you know I’m open
Don’t know what Im hoping for
Hope that door ain’t closing
Girl you all I needed
You the one completing
Everything I’m seeing here
We were supposed to be
Sitting together while I’m writing this poetry
Now you seeing these songs
You know its me
I know this gotta be the coldest feeling
In the world to you girl
You hate to see me shining
You hate to put the time in
But you could see the cold in me
You the one that should be here holding me so

[Pre-Hook]
Give it up girl,don’t play that shit
Give it up girl, don’t play that shit
You the one I wanted way back then
Give it up girl, don’t play that
Start giving it up girl, don’t play that shit
Start it like its gon stay like this
You were the one I wanted way back then
So give it up to me
[Hook]
And I told you around 1000 times
I would chill
Then I told you around 1000 times
I need you
Girl I told you around 1000 times
And don’t see through

[Post]
But I hope it bleeds through
Girl I see you
And all them things you do
Yeah all them things you do
You got me and its new
Cause nobody could do this
Everyone left me so damn bored
I just find something, I want more

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
Just got back from London
No interruptions
Running my mouth cause I need me a bundle
Won’t settle for nothing
Short of my order, want everything
Don’t call me no pop artist
I came here to top artists
I’m hip and I’m hopping over to the box office
Put that on everything
Firm with the posture
Big daddy big papa
I drafted my role and got put in the roster
Now I smoke like a rasta
While I’m whipping that

[Pre-Hook]
Give it up girl,don’t play that shit
Give it up girl, don’t play that shit
You the one I wanted way back then
Give it up girl, don’t play that
Start giving it up girl, don’t play that shit
Start it like its gon stay like this
You were the one I wanted way back then
So give it up to me

[Hook]
And I told you around 1000 times
I would chill
Then I told you around 1000 times
I need you
Girl I told you around 1000 times
And don’t see through

[Post]
But I hope it bleeds through
Girl I see you
And all them things you do
Yeah all them things you do
You got me and its new
Cause nobody could do this
Everyone left me so damn bored
I just find something, I want more

[Outro]
Don’t know where we’d go girl
But at least you know I’m open
Don’t know what Im hoping for
Hope that door ain’t closing
Girl you all I needed
You the one completing
Everything I’m seeing here

[Intro: Ghetts]
Hah
London to Toronto
Yeah
GH
Ghetts
Ghetto
Haha

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
No spud, no head nod
No hug, just get lost
No love, just headshots
Suck your mum without the Xbox
Screw up in the same community
But me and dem bwoy don’t communicate
Dem bwoy think they can move to me
But how much guns can they acculumate?
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck everyone
Many death threats but death never comes
That bwoy said that he’s got a new ting
But he ain’t gonna use that weapon once
My man said that he’s gonna do this
My man said that he’s gonna do that
Whatever that bwoy said he’s gonna do
I bet they’re things I’ve already done

[Build: Ghetts]
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done

[Drop 1: Ghetts]
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck everyone
Fuck you
Already done
I bet they’re things I’ve already done

[Verse 2: Ghetts]
‘Llow that
Man shout, I don’t shout back
There’s cameras in here
But there ain’t none around back
25 to life
See that route? I don’t wanna go down that
Way too smart, nah, fam
You’ve seen the movie, now hear the soundtrack
Creep on man like a ninja
Heat pon man but it’s winter
Squeeze on man through the window
Beats on hand like a finger
Man know they be dead
Now man know you’re a [?], you know how it gets
Surprise
But it’s G, famalam, not Kinder

[Build: Ghetts]
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done

[Drop 2: Ghetts]
Creep on man like a ninja
Man like a ninja
Surprise
But it’s winter
Man like a ninja

[Outro: Ghetts]
Already done, already done
Already done
Already done, already done
Already done, done, done

[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
No need to tell me nigga, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
[Verse 1]

Look, I’m a legend in the game already
Fuck that nigga, Elvis Presley
I don’t need no drama I’m cool but these people just have to offend me
I’m a MC, drugs ain’t trendy
Never did like coke like Pepsi
I don’t care if they don’t give me a Brit but this country just has to respect me
You can’t roll when the tanks on empty
They can’t flow without mine it’s like
The guideline, inspiration for MC’s act like I ain’t cause slyer and envy
I ain’t gonna lie though without Wiley, D Double E and me the flow would be
B-F-G scene uh-ba-ba-uh-ba believe
Me I ain’t lying I’m for real
I was on fire got my deal
I’m still on fire but no drill, can put me out cause I’m wild and kill
S-W-8 spitting with an attitude
I don’t lie I spit it with an attitude
But little nigga I ain’t mad at you
I was on stage when you probably had a few battles in the rain in a playground
Haven’t you? Well I ain’t ever battling again
Niggas get addicted to this flow here
So no like Amy stop battling the cave
Cause K ain’t listening, A to the N, O ain’t living in, the past
When I was still spitting in Raw mission and Raw kitchens, killing ’em

[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
Cause you ain’t gotta tell me, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
I was so good

[Intro: Smoke Dawg]
You know I’m fuckin’ tired of all these pussies
I’m a gang nigga
Breezy
M-M-Murda
[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Verse 1: SmokeDawg]
I took over the city, I got UK fuckin’ with me (gang)
Somethin’ in the back for all these niggas tryna kill me
Nothin’ but the door for all these bitches tryna diss me
Left her in the rain, I treat that bitch like she was missy (fuck her)
I need a piece, told ’em I need a piece, I need a piece
Flyin’ overseas you know I brought the team (I brought the gang)
Told Skepta line the peng tings all on their knees
Ten shots then we leave, you know we gotta [?]
I don’t ever slip, my nigga keeps it on his hip
I’m not hard to find I did a show up on this trip
Different moves, I be makin’ different flips (different flips)
On a mission, I got nigga’s flipin’ bricks

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Hush, hush, you don’t wanna get touched
These kids ain’t askin’ much, I say hundred pound
He said come there now, gun them down
Back of the whip, that’s where your son gets found
Them man are overseas, nigga’s know it’s me
Man don’t care if you got shooters, pussy, so have we
Man I brought myself, fuck the lottery
Had my life planned out the first time I played Monopoly
Yeah, it was either music or the cocaine (cocaine)
Chose my way, now I’m in my own lane (own lane)
Jump online, search my own name
And I got the pengest tings on my soultrain (sexy)

[Hook: Skepta (SmokeDawg)]
Nigga where’s my money, where’s my piece?
You know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
I’m overseas (out in London) overseas (in the six)
Yeah, you know I’m flying overseas
They see the diamonds and they freeze
Yeah, ten gunshots and then we leave
I’m overseas

[Outro: SmokeDawg]
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

[Intro]
London
Wizzop

[Verse 1]
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
I’m a project nigga with a rich nigga dick
I got a hollywood smile, but I’m from zone 6
I stunt so fuckin’ hard I’m on my own dick
She think that she the shit because her man play for the Knicks
But my bitch keep turnin’ up cause her man pay for the bricks
If she make me cum real quick, I give the bitch a stack
Here’s a rack for you, a rack for her, give everyone a rack
I’m a gentlemen, a gangster, and a motherfuckin’ player
You a square, I’m La Flare, yeah the Multi-Millionaire
Million here, million there I got millions everywhere
All these rappers are my kids so I got children everywhere
Wop

[Hook]
These bitches wanna fuck when they see the ‘Wop
The club be goin’ up, when they see the ‘Wop
We pilin’ hoes in the truck, when they see the Wop
These niggas put they jewelry up when they see the Wop
You know some shooters on the bus, when you see the Wop
You know these girls start actin’ up, when they see the Wop
You know these boys start actin’ tough, when they see the Wop
The baddest bitches leave with us when they see the Wop

[Verse 2]
Baby say she wanna come stand where the G’s at
She gotta nose for it she know where the cheese at
But all that attitude you brought you need to leave that
Fuckin’ me’s a privilege, I don’t really need that
I can’t feed you bitch but I don’t need the feedback
Just tryna chill and get some head and lean my seat back
Most of these niggas broke, I know you probably peeped that
But if I said I had ten mill’ would you believe that
Think I’m the realest man alive I do believe that (its Gucci)
I’m leavin’ Onyx with two hoes that dance at Magic
I drop my top in less than two seconds, its magic
And if I don’t make a mill’ this month then its tragic

[Hook]
These bitches wanna fuck when they see the ‘Wop
The club be goin’ up, when they see the ‘Wop
We pilin’ hoes in the truck, when they see the Wop
These niggas put they jewelry up when they see the Wop
You know some shooters on the bus, when you see the Wop
You know these girls start actin’ up, when they see the Wop
You know these boys start actin’ tough, when they see the Wop
The baddest bitches leave with us when they see the Wop

[Outro]
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
I said fuck that nigga, look at this nigga, wrist

Oy, looks like there’s gonna be trouble. Wooey, he don’t know who he’s messin with, uh ah. Ladies, gentlemen, and those who’ve yet to make up your minds

In this corner, leanin brown, weighin in a golem made gown. In this corner, here tonight, in the cradle of the bright white lights

Hit em in his big one, hit him in is insecurities, yeah. Hit em off his high horse, hit em so everyone can see, yeah

Who do you think you are comin round town lookin like a penny sardine on a five star flight? You better watch your back

In this corner, heavyweight, breathin heavy like a buttermilk cake. Can’t no real man ever confess he was beaten by a guy in a dress
Hit em in the lipstick, hit em in his fake commitment, see yeah. Hit him off his high heel, hit em in the cheek, and send him back to London town. Sequent freak. Oh, you’re gonna get slapped, slapped, slapped

Alright, alright, alright, listen up you two. I want a clean, fair, but artfully performed fight. I don’t wanna see any blows below the belt or any hairs out of place. Oo, hang on darling, you have some lipstick on your teeth. Alright then, get to your corners and come out fighting
He ain’t have the man donners. Eh, you can say that again

In this corner, what a crawl, take him down and make us ladies proud. In this corner, throwing names, shut her up so we can shut her shame. Round one
Hit em in his big one, hit him in is insecurities, yeah. Hit em off his high horse, hit em so everyone can see, oo yeah

Back to your corners, you beasts. Care for a grasshopper darling? It’ll keep you bouncing. If you finish em off fast we can still see Kinshi at the Koreans

So you got a good shot, but don’t get cocky. I am pity as Ali and tough as Rocky. If you lucky I might let you off easy. Don’t you know I get excited when you tease me. What’s the matter darling? You look a little pale. I feel like a hammer. I feel like the nail. Come one don up and let me through. Here comes an uppercut, a left hook, and a pirouette too. Round two

Hit em in his big one, hit him in is insecurities, yeah. Hit em off his high horse, hit em so everyone can, everyone can, everyone can