Matt Dodds

[Verse 1] More time, man, I can't complain Hop on a plane and my watch is plain I'm tryna get land with plains More space 'cause I love myself, I ain't vain Lookin' at my opps in shame Upset at the boss man became That's an old bar, you're lame And in my own lane This is my Rick Ross boss shit This the type of joint that you cannot do a mosh pit to They can't believe that I got rich too More time I got a hot chick, true Wow, I'm the locksmith I open doors from the stage My bars slap, I'm too Chris I can't lie, if it was me, I woulda rocked Smith 24/7, couldn't clock in I never clock out, I ain't got clout I just got bread, never been knocked out I'm just too alive Deep in the flow, do a scuba dive Always back and forth, but I ain't doin' suicidеs Me, I stay grounded like I was a sеwer sign And I'm always in the gutter Oh, yeah, man, I'm always go I don't wanna Burna Boy, my niggas do it on the low Send the location, might see me on Dave ITV, BBC, the same day If you wanna do work, Matt Dodds, we don't play That's another cheque, I had to hit it with the pace That bitch bad, I had to dick it in the face Tryna buy a place But a mortgage ain't normal when you're comin' from my race In my own race [Interlude] Yeah It's been a minute Crafty Mr. B-I, B-I [?] forgot man spit bars or suttin' Uh, yeah [Verse 2] Why you so worked up? I'm one of the best inside See, I got a sick yard, 10/10s wanna rest inside Big bag, big bag and I got the belly See your girl's like, "How did it get this wide?" (Wow) They pray on my downfall So how can I let shit slide? (Nah, nah) Man teach youtes, so you could never test this guy (That's right) Duppy the vermin, I hit them with the pesticide Your wifey came to the ends, she was like, "Yo, the West is vibes" I been tryna tell 'em for time I'm lucky that my life is rhymes I know bruddas with nines Got caught by the swine for crimes (Aw, shit) I just sigh See they just do it for the shine Man, I'm on job and I speak when I die (True) I cook for the P's, yeah, so you can get fried Whatever the weatherman You're small like Frisco's hairline On a cloudy day, you get skied I make P's from beats But I don't complain like wize (Mm) I'm suttin' like William (Why?) 'Cause I ate all of pies MTP and they've seen man rise I did a tour down under with eyes Shows in America (Jheeze!) I got the double XL fries I've always had gigs like Kyze (Huh) B-I-G, I've been nice (Huh) Hundred K, that's on ice, uh I know it ain't no jewellery It's another cheque that I'm waitin' to sign I made more than a milli from grime (Mills, mills) But you man just chat online From before that KSI song Man, I swear that my life's been prime (Ca-ching) They thought that I left game But I'm always right back like Clyne (That's true) Them man are talkin' air Can get your face filled with bine Act like you don't like my tune, nah You can get yourself packed on brine (Ha) At the top, I said I'm the best In the whole bar, I never said one lie (Nope) No one's in a lane like mine (Nope) Me, I want all the cheese (Trust) You lot can keep the rind When you look at my track record It's only W's you find (Wins, wins) In real life, my haters hide Man, I saw him on road, he got blied Tempa T, I've been hyped (Tempa T) So you can see your whole set get wiped Them man live off the air like kites That's quick bar, that's light (That's light) Still one of the best with punches So here's a quick one for your mind Me, I murk 'em with verses I'm one the first of my kind So if we battle, it's hearses Dumb when you're leavin' the prototype Man, I got 'em all nervous And I got hoes like Don't Tell the Bride 'Cause when they see man surface They all wanna go home and pipe That bar's rude But let me get back to the grind 'Cause why you so worked up? I'm one of the best inside I got a sick yard, 10/10s wanna rest inside Big bag, big bag and I got the belly See your girl's like, "How did it get this wide?" (Wow, wow) They pray on my downfall So how can I let shit slide? Man teach youtes, so you could never test this guy Duppy the vermin, I hit them with the pesticide Your wifey came to the ends, she was like, "Yo, the West is vibes"