(Sluggy, what you saying man?)
I'm on the scene to make new chapters
On the beat to erase bein' cashless
Rip round Raptors, we're little bastards
Born in Bradford, raised as grafters
What's madness, is they don't like B
'Cause I be sick when I drop to the beat
Already tell that you're movin' your feet
Yo Sluggy, put me in a different league
Took off the latch, then I climbed in
Full scale setup what I'm findin'
Cultivation of crops, I'm in
This the Bradford lifestyle, puttin' time in
Lights in thе box, the filter pipe in, but
That's еnough and back to my thing
When I'm rhymin', when I'm hypin'
What I'm likin', this power slidin'
Done a quick slide on a bike and I thought I lost it
Brought it back and I popped it
Lifted it up on the straight, man I bossed it
What's on my mind? Danger's never crossed it
Marky's lost it and bossed it
20 year old, don't need a job to make profit
Made dirty pukka then washed it
I used to need to shoplift
These days I'm silly with it
Music's mad, made a killin' with it
Bare snakes in the grass keep doin' your shit
I get the last laugh 'cause I've nowt to lose
Couldn't live a day in my shoes
Mummy bought you all your change, you fool
Not a dumb kidda, could of got all my A's in school
But I took a hard route, climbed to the top, boom
When I aim, our kid, I start reeling it back
I just wanna put my team on the map
Red beema and the maxed out M3's and that
Baggin' up stardawg, just schemin' and that
Quick drift when I'm leavin' and that
Four wheel drive, got a friend in the back
So I'd better make sure they don't leave with the cash
I've come a long way from creepin' and that
If you're from the estate, then you will understand
Whip that clutch, hit the power band
If you want funds, then you move contraband
And if you want a bike, then you bring a couple grand
If you've got beef, then you bring a couple mans
Never gonna run, you've got to make it a stand
If you want P then you've got to move sand
If you're outnumbered, you put a wrench in your hand
Two things that I want, a bad Barbie, and a Yamaha farmy
I want a quad bike army, yo Marky
I wanna bring a whip to the party
Skinny and slim ones, bring out the big ones
Givin' it big guns, I like the thin ones
I like the ones that are dirty and bad
Who's that on the road? I'm reversin' it back
My mush, jump on a farmy
Summertime, droppin' off bare Charlie
One hand got a bottle of Bacardi
In the other one, I've got a German car key
Next day jumped on a bike, you know
One hand, 40% Purnod
3.5 in a large raw cone
And my right hand stinkin' of dosy-doe
Like Saturday's here, purple punch
Sunday lands, it's tropical runtz
Done three bottles, now I want a full drum
When the five-o land, I will laugh at the cunts
I, wanna jump in a whip, a sick German, not a 1.6
And I could afford one if you paid your ticks
But I'll keep savin' 'til I can buy 6
In a stage 2 remapped, diesel D-cat
3.2 litres, you can't beat that
Ford Ranger bus, and that's been de-badged
'22 plate, better know it weren't cheap lad
Trick the beeper, is she a keeper?
Back then we was mansion creepers
I just wanted a car with reverse bleepers
Hand on the wheel with a 9 karat keeper
I was a dealer, now I make legitimate cash
Still got love to my boys on graft
Using benzocaine to make bash
£1,200 bar, if you want a 10-pack
Fact, I can make tracks
One day in fact
You love old school, so I bring that back
And the beemers, me I do a U-turn nash