Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
Stage shows with my peeps, live
Tre, this fucking beat, live
Big man, done past 30, live
Certi, live, Merky, live
Everyting live-o, just like Raskit
Everyting live, opposite of casket
And the corn live, make you do a [?] spin
[?] shoulda been a [?]
Trust, no plan B
Mc only, 10 years deep
Badman, no contingency
Doin' this ting in its infancy
I said man see me and start do parkour
Rhetorical question, why's man running for?
Get over here like Kombat
More tools is what I need in war
Stay on point and that
Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap
In front of the whip, in case man has to fucking swing a U-turn and double back
The back road is hot, but don't think man will come and cotch
Whether you like it or not, London is my block
The girls from back in the day, they used to say, "
[?]
I had the 'lergies, now they wan' sex me"
Heard through the grapevine that I sell packs, sike!
I'm just an mc
Kermit's giving me eyes and sipping Tetley
And if the boydem's listening live then fucking get me
Or not, I turn my volume up to the top
I didn't hear the siren, rudeboy, what!
Chatting bare shit about failing to stop
And I tread dirt from my tyres
A-C-E and J-M-E tryna maintain and stack legal P
But we still kick out your molar, canines and incisors
And your wisdom teeth
Might see me in your local Sainsbury's
Testing out the dairy-free cheese
Snapback, bbk tee
Then I jump in the whip with a T
Not no Aventador sv
I'll tell you like Lethal told me
Don't cop one if you can't afford three
Badman for them? That's fine on me
And man brought waps, no ice on me
I done gripsed man's shirt and slammed man like it was a judo key
Still gyaldem seh me churros sweet
But she don't know me, don't know about my family tree
Might see me with a couple old Gs, yeah
Boy Better Know, Meridian, Roll Deep
Opps Next Door, don't knock and ask for sugar or milk
Cah we ain't got nuttin' for you chiefs
Last time you knocked mans door, you was all asking to turn the music down a piece
Fuck that, feel this bass
Knock all you want, you won't see this face
Next time I leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
Sk Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my jones, ain't got no jewels
But boys on the road still wanna dip set
I put grammies in a man bag
If he's the father I'm the granddad
Turn mans T-shirt into Tampax
I bop [?] and man stack
Heavy in the ting like sandbag, better yet, wait, stand back
Mad savage, they [?]
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[Verse: Jme and Merky Ace] Everything's live, everything's live Fucking hell fam, everything's live Behind the tints, in my seat, live Step out, see me on street, live Stage shows with my peeps, live Tre, this fucking beat, live Big man, done past 30, live Certi, live, Merky, live Everyting live-o, just like Raskit Everyting live, opposite of casket And the corn live, make you do a [?] spin [?] shoulda been a [?] Trust, no plan B Mc only, 10 years deep Badman, no contingency Doin' this ting in its infancy I said man see me and start do parkour Rhetorical question, why's man running for? Get over here like Kombat More tools is what I need in war Stay on point and that Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap In front of the whip, in case man has to fucking swing a U-turn and double back The back road is hot, but don't think man will come and cotch Whether you like it or not, London is my block The girls from back in the day, they used to say, " [?] I had the 'lergies, now they wan' sex me" Heard through the grapevine that I sell packs, sike! I'm just an mc Kermit's giving me eyes and sipping Tetley And if the boydem's listening live then fucking get me Or not, I turn my volume up to the top I didn't hear the siren, rudeboy, what! Chatting bare shit about failing to stop And I tread dirt from my tyres A-C-E and J-M-E tryna maintain and stack legal P But we still kick out your molar, canines and incisors And your wisdom teeth Might see me in your local Sainsbury's Testing out the dairy-free cheese Snapback, bbk tee Then I jump in the whip with a T Not no Aventador sv I'll tell you like Lethal told me Don't cop one if you can't afford three Badman for them? That's fine on me And man brought waps, no ice on me I done gripsed man's shirt and slammed man like it was a judo key Still gyaldem seh me churros sweet But she don't know me, don't know about my family tree Might see me with a couple old Gs, yeah Boy Better Know, Meridian, Roll Deep Opps Next Door, don't knock and ask for sugar or milk Cah we ain't got nuttin' for you chiefs Last time you knocked mans door, you was all asking to turn the music down a piece Fuck that, feel this bass Knock all you want, you won't see this face Next time I leave my yard I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case Man wanna converse, dead crep Sk Airs anytime that I step I'm on my jones, ain't got no jewels But boys on the road still wanna dip set I put grammies in a man bag If he's the father I'm the granddad Turn mans T-shirt into Tampax I bop [?] and man stack Heavy in the ting like sandbag, better yet, wait, stand back Mad savage, they [?] --- more lyrics missing --- Explain Request ×
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