Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bless the beat with smoke And my day one bros, they kept me close Then I sip my Tetley, take a toke They're tryna get me on the ropes Ayy, bro got the speshy in his coat So, please, man, let's just be adults And don't be flexin' in my boat You-you can't test me, I'm the G.O.A.T Rolex collections lookin' dope I got the Pepsi and the Hulk And I ain't flexin' on you **** Cah I'll still be sexy if I'm broke [Chorus] Wait there, and I was made to win like I'm designed to blow We're doin' major things, but it's a minor though I used to pay for things, but that was time ago And now I hit you **** with the Wiley flow, it's like [Verse 2] Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once Never could you take me for a dunce Been on the scene for a hundred months All I met is bare **** Take man for lunch, eediot youts get punched Pick one boy from your bunch Tell man jump Oh, what, you didn't wanna jump? Well Oh, well, look, now you're slumped Lil' ****, I swerve (Lil' ****, I swerve) Get out my lane (Get out my lane) North and East and West are hot but the South's on flames This year, I'ma be a household name I grew up in a house of pain I don't do it for the clout or fame All the real **** gonna vouch on my name All the real **** gonna vouch on my Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3] If you ain't got more than five top tens then I don't wanna hear no chat about chartin' You man are just startin' Come in like a young Chris Martin Start swingin' with my arms like Carlton Start swingin' with my arms like Anthony **** been charged, don't amp me Have your missus in her bra and panty If you see me in the dance, I'm anti, quite frankly Heavyweight champion of the world They wanna war me for my belt If you ever hear Stormzy caught an L Know I stood tall before I fell There's a couple birthdays comin' up So I took like a quarter from the shelf Spent like a hundred on my mum Then about one-forty on myself