The Grid

Watch don't tock, but it ain't stopped Watch the wheels when I stop, they ain't stock Just opened the shop ain't nothing in stock Yeah I got white flakes in my snot Olders on the block told me not to shot Use to rock the Avi and rock the Schott Use to all rush in and rob the shop Top of the Pops or Dr. Fox Bugle I got a marching band I'm marching with too much in my hand Marching powder from April to March Getting them out the departure lounge Move it around like pass the parcel Masterclass Doing Charles off a brass' arse More blow than a brass band I'm blasting Mask on like you got SARS, soz Don't ask me the price on a oz Yeah that's bait, what you ain't seen Oz? Yeah they locking man up just because Locking man up or licking man down It's double figures for niggas now Yeah they losing the key for these locks Niggas coming out with locs Niggas coming out in a box We ain't just any Joe Bloggs 23 Gods, my whole team sick Niggas coming out in pox We be going out in the drops Sport Plus when I'm dipping out from the cops Yeah we do this shit lots Toxic fumes they fill up my lung I'm becoming too old to die young Still content with going unsung Unlike some We overcome so much that it's too hard not to look back I used to drive round this piece of crap Came back, back to our stack like "Yeah I'll have that does it come in black?" If not minor, I'll wrap it in matte Cash, I don't check no Equifax Niggas don't own nothing, check the facts Little slag couldn't afford the tax So much gas out here in these streets She going broke just from the upkeep Million views, thousands of tweets But you still flying out on deets Still in that rental, still in that lease Sick whip, six litres at least 666, that's the mark of the beast Eating a feast cos my fee has increased Shovelling snow, I'm skiing off piste Mad dishevelled, my clothes all creased Amateur dealers out getting fleeced And their making deals with the police They ain't on crud, ain't really on grease But it just sounds so sick on these beats Youngers feeling that need to repeat GB scene full of GM beef Driving in east, dead cows on my seats Ting off of TV, but keep it discreet Hilton suite, high off of sweet Little sort, yeah I put her to sleep Yeah I put her to sleep