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[Intro] Teddy [Hook: Capo Lee] Gotta get more Man see blessings, gotta get more See a little bread but I gotta get more Man have got tunes but I gotta get more Man get love, but should I get more? Running up numbers, tryna do more Send two shell, but could've got... [Verse 1: Capo Lee] (Capo) Could've got more Came from the bando, now I do tour I can't give a man time of day If I felt your energy and weren't too sure Man see his friend get twenty-five years He'll be on the frontline, tryna do more Fly two shell in a paigon's ride Bust that light, could've got more (Brrr) Came out the background Tunes like 'Mack Rounds' Man better stand down Too much style and swag that I hand out Man see a cheque, that's on-site, ran down Online causing Pasa Calling, and I'm just there like Santan All them sly ones but I don't say Man got my ear to the street like handstand [Hook: Capo Lee] Gotta get more Man see blessings, gotta get more See a little bread but I gotta get more Man have got tunes but I gotta get more Man get love, but should I get more? Running up numbers, tryna do more Send two shell, but could've got... [Verse 2: Shorty] (Moesh) Could've got more Man are like 'Shorty, you can do more' I can't lie, work rate's been poor Last five years I've been living on tour You can ask Skepta, done about four Still gotta do more I've gotta put my foot in that door I'm that guy that you can't ignore Still gotta get mine Ten years plus, still fucking up grime I'm my own person, one of a kind Sick flow, sick content, sick rhymes Sick-sick in the head Won't stop 'til the day that I'm dead Us man are winning, you know the score But, still man I gotta do more (Moesh) [Hook: Capo Lee] Gotta get more Man see blessings, gotta get more See a little bread but I gotta get more Man have got tunes but I gotta get more Man get love, but should I get more? Running up numbers, tryna do more Send two shell, but could've got... [Verse 3: Frisco] (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Gimme more, gimme more Stepped out in some designer couture Out to all my YG's on the ends Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours In my studio, bad B on all-fours I read the email, I saw the offer Tell him he gotta offer a bit more Play with me, I'll put your life on pause Oh my gosh man, I'm rated highly I'm with the OG's and I'm with the YG's Two nines, yeah I call them Siamese I dare one of these likkle wasteman try me, uh I'm with Capo and dem man Give me war, but I ain't tryna beg man I saw your girl and she was like 'Hi!' Me, I get higher than Method and Red Man (Yeah) [Hook: Capo Lee] Gotta get more Man see blessings, gotta get more See a little bread but I gotta get more Manna got tunes but I gotta get more Man get love, but should I get more? Running up numbers, tryna do more Send two sh- [Verse 4: Jme] (Serious) I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning And realised man's still here Fucking hell, give me that then Don't even want it, but I share with the mandem Grime MC FM, yeah, who spat then? Give me the bank details and I'll rack them Celebration, we made it from back then While other MC's tryna attack I'm flying on the map Don't hate 'cause I work while you're lying on your back They wanna tear man down? How you gonna tear man down when I'm underground? Can't go lower Bait phone, yeah, fam, same old blower New-school, old-school, new-gen, old-gen Fuck that shit, man a badboy flow-er Step on the stage and hear the crowd roar They want more (Serious)