Speak to Em

Coast 2 Coast Instrumentals [Verse] What you doing fam? I'm spitting bare crack Bare nitties on my Twitter saying 'How you done that?' Bars for the cats, shut down the flats I'm pure diamond and who's harder than that? Harder, I go so in that it's crazy #WorkRate, never move lazy More time it's Hennessy but I stay hazy [?] nineties baby I'm from the West where the beef's on a hold down Run boys, slow down, get yourself mowed down Big spinners round 'ere, no reboars No fables, stories or Eeyores Uh, and how you talking 'bout danger? What'd you know about seeing kids with the taser? Big Afghan AK's with the laser Looney, fam I end dubs, no Fazer I heard you think you're harder than this flow What you know about the kickback on the wrist blow? Default beef keeps you stepping on tiptoes You might leave the ends but you're taking a risk doe I remember when my life wasn't sticky Me, Zel, Saff living down in Bricky Chilling in Morley's, didn't know stress then Nowadays pagans tryna find my address I've got stress fam, but I keep calm 'Cause I wanna see the green grow like a weed farm Sip Yak and I space out when the beat's on Straight darging on the chicks that I cheat on Sip champs, I ain't come to [?] Left hand make your heart stop, [?] I ain't Tony Hawk so no I don't ramp But I keep on the grind 'til I ball like a champ I does this true, you're a cheater Stand on my own, no following the leader You man are getting famous like Tulisa Sucking bare wood, battyboy, me na see ya And if you talk crud, get your face bust Only on your mum's BDay is the cake cut You little gem, sit down, you're a fake thug You don't air slugs and you show fake love Look, you know who's above this You can ask the mandem if I does this But I show love to [?] ugly arse The females about Che 'Yeah he's lovely' I ain't gay, I'll talk about swag And [?] money so you know about my bank Fake internet goons upping fake buttons Real G's will do sutting and say nutting I've got fammo down South like my don Jack And when I need a trap beat I've got my contact They be hating on this nigga cah they gone whack And they be hating on their wifey cah she gone black Call me B-52 cah I bomb cats I ain't in it for the fame, where's the contract?