[Verse]
Who's goofy?
Every move you’ve made is fruity
You've got an enormous fan club
Yet you're an industry groupie
I guess now you’ve been around, you're loopy
On the set talking loosely
You couldn't move me or Fire in the Booth me
You couldn't Papoose or Murda Mook me
You know roadman now so you're road-proof
But you're not bar-proof and you're not flow-proof
You'll get a shellings
Someone tell him
I’ll but an M16 in his melon
I’ll get 03, you niggas in the O2
Word to my gold tooth I'll eat and I go through
You couldn’t bring me on a stage when I'm local
I'm a soundboy, I'll blaze your vocals
It’s not a sing ting, you've been on a gym ting
I've been on a grime set with Nicky Slimting
You was on the internet looking, linking
You can't come around like you're the kingpin
I was on the map when you wasn't on the track
From back then you've been up on U.K's sack, it's a fact
You ran with Craig David's style, that's a fact
You only wear Stoney's now, that's a fact
But you wish you were born in E3
In East London we cock back
How many more times are you gonna pirate emcees and think we won't clock that?
You've bitten off grime and bitten off drill
You're the wickedest imitator still
Let me put him on chill, refrigerated skill
And serve him like man's on the Iceland till
These are cold bars for real
But no red and blue pill
But I prefer when it's my name they head up on the bill
'Cause on a real none of the man are better than Will
Will's too sharp, them man are rhubarb
It was God's plan to slew you dawg
Wrote up your Pen Game to Margs
Out here is one big funeral yard
Big fraud
Don't walk without your security guard
Check Duppy Man bars
Didn't Pusha teach you nothing in a war?
Act like you won't get a gun buck to the jaw
Go back and take care of your babies
That isn't impressing the London ladies
You're out here in a Maybach Mercedes
Man will spray that up for graffiti ratings
When I say this, man will start hating
None of us check for your playlist
Only on Spotify, only on streaming
But we don't fuck with that shit on the street ting
It's not a Meek ting
You couldn't go back to back with me king
I've got straps to leave your back leaking
Now let me see you carry grime on your back for an evening
Where's your manners? I'm sneaking
Man have gotta know about greetings
Man are out screaming 'U.K. Damage' but it's no R&B ting
You're on a bitch ting carrying feelings
One of them should've shown you about wheeling
Heard man have got you on a cheese ting
Yet you wanna come up in the grime scene beefing
I'll run up in a stadium, squeeze him
When I'm defending my scene there's a reason
The world's anticipating the day I'm releasing
Man have gotta bring them Ps in
You're no Jesus, you're a user
The definition of culture abuser
If it wasn't the days of a computer
I'd run up on a boy with a 16 shooter
Man are boasty, I've got hits with Luther
Now I see the sun shine in the future
Man all look Lambos and I've got my Rambo
If you ever slip outside Nando's
Go and tell a man that he's been Tango'd
Now we're gonna trade places, Randolph
Step out your penthouse you're getting banged though
Big dubplate, man's gonna let the fans know
You can't try me, I'm grimey, I'm Wiley
Man have been a don from the '90s
I'm grime daily and nightly
I'm likely to run an emcee, tryna run the place lightly
We don't take ghostwriting lightly
You'll get lightning strike if you bite me
You say my name it doesn't hype me
But you've gotta respect my name or fight me
Now what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine
Welcome to London, grime is grime
Heads start roll when dubs start flying
This is my podium, not the timeline
You were jealous of XTentacion
To me you're just one big fassyole
You took his style and used it on Kiki
You got a hit and put a hit on him neatly
I see you wanna be me discreetly
But it's the champion sound I'm telling you
No bumbahole can defeat me
Man I've paved the way and you can't repeat me
I ain't even met you like triple X
But obviously you can hear that I'm a triple threat
Man are getting bunned quicker than a cigarette
In the U.K. there isn't no bigger vet'
London man are yamming emcees
And we eat emcees like rice and peas
You didn't try take Kendrick out his element
Around here I'm a permanent resident
Do you even comprehend what you're getting in?
I'm a gatekeeper, why should I let him in?
You're a pagan and I want paper
But you want a hotline so thank me later
I know you thought it was over
But somebody should've told ya I'm colder
I let it go like a revolver
And shots fly over your shoulder
Heard you've been sniffing the coca
Yeah you dun know man called you a vulture
You can't come and diss man in London rudeboy
You'll be found buried in Minnesota
Also, when you hear a pop it's not a soda
Neither one of them tunes in your folder
I'm as sick as Ebola and as cold as a Polar
Bear that in mind when you roll up, doughnut
Man ah say dubplate, man are like hold up
Man are like 'Who's this?', man ah said an older
I'm the charger and the controller
And as soon as I find the plug, it's over
[Outro]
Bitch
Man better know themselves you know
Trust me
Man can't just come in London and bad up the grime scene fam, are you mad?
What you talking about?
Where's the Godfather?
Man are calling man goofy and there's no dubplates flying back and all of that
Represent London city fam
Come on fam, you know better than that fam, I taught you better than that fam
Come on man
Don't let man just bad you up like that and think say London's some easy going ting, ya know
Come on man, balance out the ting breddrin
I've had to write a dubplate myself, you've taken so long
