Pepper Riddim

Lyrics

[Intro] Hold tight Rapid on production Certi Man like Yeah [Verse] Okay so this guy thinks he's bad cause he went jail and he's got something to prove Going to jail don't make you bad, you claff, it means you got caught on a move I got so many MCs trying to diss me, I don't know what to do Fuck that, grab the pen, clap it like leng Bugzy I'm starting with you like, go on then Turn into the devil, man I grew up on Skeppy, not Devilman But wait there, where's Devilman? Get the picture, hold the scripture Think next time, don't diss the kid The evil ting you can miss me with I'll dip your mixtape in holy water Take it out and then frisbee it Prick, straight like that, nigga Bad with a pen, I'm that nigga Take a peep up in Tinie's arse You might find Cameo and Saskilla Why you bredding man that don't bring you? You wanna mind what you get yourself into About "Oopsy Daisy", ya dun know Give me the microphone, I'll still spin you I can't stop now that I've started Call my name out, hold a blasting I still cut through slim and classy None of my tings want Big ol' Narstie, idiot Don't chat what you don't know, B No neck, looking all obese Chatting shit, about my fans are yours Shut up, go fry in your own grease And that's four man down in 32 Any other opportunist can join the queue See, I know these man know my bars, You had to reach for me so I could hear of you About fuck having As and Bs or something Man sound like they can't read or something That's why you're stuck on this road ting Cuh in music you ain't achieving nothing Don't tell me nothing about grime like it started in your city Diss me and that's your pity I get Ps for a walk through in your city, oh Chippy Bare little pricks on a cactus one, This bar here is a casket one I made more from pop than you do from a box And your chick still wines to my bashment ones On a Raskit one Don't know what they told you but I'm not a mook Don't know what they told you but I ain't shook, Don't know what they told you but you ain't good Any halfway crook You're a goon? So what I'm no goon, so what? You shot a box, so what? Designer clothes, so what? You're so lost, that shit don't make you hot Most my niggas all sell drugs I've got family in jail too But none of my niggas do fuckries To blab about it on YouTube And I'm still the voice of the people, bro And you ain't got five songs people know Try and knock my hustle, I'll be knocking yours Still lethal with it, you should leave it, yo, BecauseI know you man just might run out of bars Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars Chip can't run out of bars [Outro] Yeah, you get me? Oi, trust me I can take opinions, I just don't like lies Big Narstie DTI was never ever the first grime tune ever made It might've been the first grime tune made on the label you was on But don't tell lies in the situation to make it benefit you That's dead That's a fry in your own grease ting, trust me And everyone can MC I don't mind I can too But trust me, no one's making an example out of me Believe