Grime Veterans

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder] G-H, I've been around from way back Grime veteran, I'm better than Anybody n****s wanna name, I'll aim my flame at Brainiac when it comes to the bars Free Titch and Maniac, let me dun the dance Like back when Mark [?] was doing tape packs You weren't around then Before Strydes had an album Back when I said "Tings in Boots" Under the seats? Nah, tings in boots End wars quick, got tings in boots So don't try a ting, we've got our tings in boots, blud And a reload was the outcome Back when you couldn't have an ego without one Nowadays I'm Nino, I'm 'bout funds Round one Fuck these new-school one-timеrs Old-school veteran Sidewindеrs Headline n****s, they highlight us Been fucking up raves with the one-liners I go hard, never find me relaxing Counteraction all down to reaction Way before Logan Sama was in action Yo, Ghetts, remember Raw Mission? Yeah, I roll deep in the ringer, fuck it Got no keys for the Bimmer, fuck it 20-inch steering wheel spinner, fuck it Went out with a minger, fuck it Fisherman hat, bucket We can get old school like "don't chuck it" They're broke, no money in the bank Strydes, I've got more money in my pocket [Chorus: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder] Where was you when the beef kicked off? Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off Yo, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Where was you when the beef kicked off? Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off Yo, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers [Verse 2: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder] It's G-H and I'm getting 'em hyper Get dirty like your baby diaper Who deh pon the riddim? The lyrical sniper All badboy dem fi flash your lighter Yo, lyrical tank Box an MC like my name was Frank Going on dirty, going on stank Rob an MC like Barclay's bank Stryderman, watch how I dark a man No attention seeker, man You can't see me, fam Keep it ninja, man, keep it ninja, man My mind works like my nine works Load it up, I spit real fireworks And I'm not ashamed that I came from the dirt And I'm not ashamed I was raised in the church Just come outta HMP so me back here 'Nuff gyal dem ah say me look stockier True, my style dem ah talk to ya And you know seh me have 'em on lock here You don't wanna bring armshouse I'll bring armshouse to your mum's house And you don't wanna bring no beef Bring some beef, you lose some teeth, come again When mi come, weed haffi bun Place haffi bun, mic haffi bun We buss mic from morning 'til sun And if a soundboy test, get bun It's K-A on the mic, now you should N-O I'm a boss, wearing Hugo When Kano comes then you go 'Cause you know Lyrical lord Run up on a rave, shield and sword Man chat shit, they're due fi get bored Floored, hit him with a bat, break your spinal cord You're a wally You ain't got a thugged-out bone in your body You ain't jacked nobody, slapped nobody Nah, boy, you ain't really kidnapped nobody [Chorus: Ghetts & Tinchy Stryder] Where was you when the beef kicked off? Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off Yo, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers Where was you when the beef kicked off? Trigger-happy n****s are letting it rinse off Yo, let me see the gun fingers Don't stop popping off gun fingers