Next Up - S4-E26

Lyrics

[Intro] (Gotcha) [Verse] Aggressive with the fist, little knuckle on the wrist Do a flick, gets pissed if I pull up with the stick I'm born to take a risk, and you know I never miss And we hate, never rate, but you know they never diss And I'll always reminisce, yeah, me brothers, so I'm pissed So I'm fucked and I'm tapped, but I'm blessed he gave me this Now I'm rappin' with me spliff, and me life's took a twist And I do it for me mum, for me ring and me sis But I'm fucking with resist, bipolar, proper swiff Flip a block, spend a quid, then it's back to being pissed Goin' sick, write a list, all the kids I wanna kick Then I think once again, triple six, talkin' this So I'm slow to show 'em bliss, I'm a flow just want a twist Like Mike, I'm proper swiff, throw a right, now he's kipped And I'm laughing 'cause I'm sick, a tap little kid I wanna go to bank, but I can't 'cause I'm skinned So I'm rollin' with a mask, no cash, in a spliff I'm totin' on the fritz, that's the apple, pass the mitz 'Cause the apple, yeah, it hits, like a fighter, yeah, it kicks Few tokes now I'm whiffed, now I'm up like a lick Caught a jam now a strip, job done, that's the script Get it solved, get a quid, another (Day in the mix) I want a Rollie on the wrist, so I'm smoky like a mist Got Gucci on the list, I want Prada as me kicks Valentino lookin' sick, and the Fendi lookin' lit I'ma write till I'm rich, in the light, on the pitch On the snipe like I'm swish, and I'm live like I'm Twitch Another guy, another bitch, another lie, another snitch That mouth, keep it zipped, loose lips sink ships I'm the captain of the slip, I got waps on me hip (Yeah) Cali pack, build a spliff, blue zushi in a whip Got the Henny, take a sip, mix the benny, that's a pip Stay switch never slip, see plot, so we dip Blue lights like a Crip, got the weed from the snip Treat the weed like it's drip, smoke the weed since a kid So I read like I'm mid, and I'm centred 'cause I'm lit I'm the captain on the pitch, Roy Keem, when I'm pissed I'm an angry little shit, got me bally with me equipped Call me stally on the shift, now I'm rappin', it's a gift Little Milly hits a quiff, in the boof talk the mic Just spin it like a brick, and I bang it like a chick And I fight it with me fists, yeah, the pussy weggie flick So I'm off 'cause I'm sick, and I'll see ya in a bit 'Cause I'm young and fucking lit, and I'm sticking like I'm spit