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[Chorus] Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L (Lyrical) And your girl wants the S (Los Angeles) [Verse 1] Strally, yeah, they're rating L When the mandem are creating S And the work rate ain't complacent Cuh we got the crew stuck in their head Some mental cases, nuts men, it's blatant Starting eleven, fam, I ain't makeshift Can't holler me for radio Cuh the guys who hollered said no to the late shift I was like "back up, I ain't backup" You can't take me for them paigons We're them major dons with lasers We're not illegals, YGG, soon get our papers 'Vest and save 'em like we're Asian But man wanna see us failing Man said they're coming to the clash, then bailing Or man start one, then get weighed in Weren't in a dungeon, but truss, man got caved in Had more bars, they thought I would save 'em Come for a clash, just thought I would blaze 'em I ain't brazen We were rolling deep near Old Street station Now I know they're hurt Somebody get them an apron, them man are nurses Pull up your skirt with the skirting Dem man dere beg for a reload Why would you say that spitting an eight then? Ain't gonna back your boy? Get out the way, then He's from way down the road? Then I'll send a boy that way, then He's a fruity lighty like Jaden (wasteman) And that's why I don't rate him I do my job like T Do you do your job? That is not likely I guess you're just not like me And that's probably why you do not like me But hate from you is just standard Like a big back on a lighty So don't take a dig, you don't wanna try me I dead guys when it gets lively Yep, yep, I'm a Leo, I'm not a Pisces Don't war on Twitter, I'm not Wiley Give a shit if you don't like me Keep it moving like a pikey Shouldn't say that cuh they live nearby me, but Everyting cazh, everyting irie Everyting good, everyting vibezy I'm murking guys on air like Cyrus Talking 'bout the virus, no, it's not Miley Dem man are fruity, I call them lychees Teefers, remind me of Kylie Buss dat cap like the old school Tinie Blick but I'm sick so they call me whitey From West London, not from [?] Fuck the small talk, I wanna make it big Like the jaw on Mikey, you can Try me but you're not like me Can't be IL, this is what I be Tryna copy me? I be like "why's he Tryna be LS's YG?" Like, think again, and try breathe Better take up something like tai chi cuh It's fly kicks if you try spite me Bare teef on the track if you try bite me [Chorus] Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the (Strally) [Verse 2] I'm like fine, that's why you can't write me Cuh I'm nowhere to be seen like Shystie CCTV can't find me But I got stopped on road, now CIDs wanna see ID About routine check? Bag of lies, G Tryna stop me at the back of my street Feds make me kiss the back of my teeth Cuh they're tryna take the piss slyly Take me for a kid but I'm not tiny Like I don't know my left from my right feet But man know me, I skeet Man wanna hide from me like [?] Make man move abroad like he's gonna sightsee No new pictures on his IG Sunglasses on in the high street Only recognise him if you're wifey But I'll take his wifey I do blacks, lighties and whities Bare gyal get the wok like say they're Chinese Know four tings but three are sidepiece One good, three average, class 90 They bar but they don't bar like me They're rated but it ain't highly [Chorus] Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L And your girl wants the S Dem man dere be rating L (Lyrical) And your girl wants the (Strally)