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Everything's live, everything's live Fucking hell fam, everything's live Behind the tints, in my seat, live Step out, see me on street, live Stage shows with my peeps, live Tre, this fucking beat, live Big man, done past 30, live Certi, live, Merky, live Everyting live-o, just like Raskit Everyting live, opposite of casket And the corn live too, make you do a hand spin Then a backflip, shoulda written pamphlet Trust, no plan B MC only, 10 years deep Badman, no contingency Doin' this ting in its infancy Man see me and start do parkour Rhetorical question, why's man running for? Get over here like Kombat More tools is what I need in war Stay on point and that Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap In front of the whip, in case man has to Fucking swing a U-turn and double back The high road is hot But don't think man won't come and cotch Letras de cancionesWhether you like it or not London is my block The girls from back in the day that used to say [?] When I had the 'lergies now wanna sex me Heard through the grapevine that I sell Pepsi Sike! I'm just a MC Kermit's giving me eyes and sipping Tetley And if the boydem's listening live then fucking get me Or not I turn my volume up to the top I didn't hear the siren, rudeboy, what? Chatting bare shit about failing to stop From the tread dirt from my tyres A-C-E and J-M-E Tryna maintain and stack legal P But we still kick out your molar, canines and incisors And your wisdom teeth Might see me in your local Sainsbury's Testing out the dairy-free cheese Snapback, BBK tee Then I jump in the whip with a T Not no Aventador SV I'll tell you like Lethal told me Don't cop one if you can't afford three Badman for them? That's fine, not me And man brought waps, no ice on me I done gripsed man's shirt and slammed man Like it was a judo key Still gyal seh I'm cinnamon churros sweet But she don't know me Don't know about my family tree Might see me with a couple OGs Yeah, Boy Better Know Meridian roll deep Opps Next Door, don't knock and ask for sugar or milk Cah we ain't got nuttin' for you chiefs Last time you knocked man's door You was all asking to turn the music down a piece Fuck that, feel this bass Knock all you want, you won't see this face Next time I leave my yard I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case Man wanna converse, dead crep SK Airs anytime that I step I'm on my Jones, ain't got no jewels But boys on the road still wanna dip sets I put swammies in a man bag If he's the farda, I'm the granddad Turn white T-shirt into Tampax I box, boot and man stab Heavy in the ting like sandbag Better yet, wet sandbag Mad savage, they're [?] drag Riding dingers and dipping cab Man's sick, no influenza My aura mek gyal tell Victoria secrets And expose the centre Please remember, I roll with guys with a greaze agenda About you don't know about grime Yeah, fam, but you still know about me and Skepta UK gang shit, been a member No joke ting, no Bo Selecta No joke ting, no Inbetweeners So a date of birth on my Tanitas Man wanna test in their two-seaters Man wanna test in their two-litres Light goes green, if you're looking for me Better look in front, about 20 metres Put this on one track repeaters, repeaters From Letras Mania