Coward

[Intro] Yeah Sending I do it properly I've got tough ones for the tough guys I've got soft ones for the softies Oh no (Oh no, oh no...) Oh no (Oh no, oh no...), yo, look [Verse] Stormzy told me he gave you a hook But he didn't say you were gonna diss me Coward nigga doing coward things Fight your own battles, you sissy You can't run from me cuh I know too much, we got history Fuck you and your dead chess moves One pen, I'll check you swiftly In your book, you said I inspired you Like Dizzee or Kano Now it's 2015, I'm Mr Potato Not no Dizzee or Kano Blud, is that the best you got? Oi blud, if that's the best, then stop Cuh blud, when my pen goes sonic boom Katy B hooks won't save you, blud Stand back, enjoy the show, don't get involved Don't give a fuck 'bout millions sold Whoever's still playing the numbers game Safe, fuck off, play on your own Right now, I'm doing music for the meaning Trust me, I don't wanna change this feeling Soundboys get in my way, you'll get a beating Straight up Ctrl + Alt + Delete ting You think just because you're famous You're some Jigga or Drake, my darg, no Jigga and Drake got bars, bro I don't give a fuck about Beemers, Benzes Downing Street and tailored suits and chauffeurs, darg I'll spin you out your loafers, darg I am not the one to approach with bars From Eskimo to Sidewinder You never got a wheel-up, darg (Never) Even with all your money You can't buy a wheel-up bar (Never) I'm not Dizzee or Wiley or Kano I'm Chipmunk, them man rate me It ain't safe on the block, blud, trust me Chipmunk's pen's off safety Man will see this and not tweet it But I've got everyone talking Power of the Chipmunk forces I've got the game all awkward Bar for bar I'm on a next ting You're chatting 'bout the past, that's a dead ting Today lyrically, you're in a neck lock I'm not letting go, on my Jess Glynne I'm not lightskin or darkskin I'm somewhere in between I crush grime, then I crush pop Guess I'm somewhere in between But these days, I don't give a fuck If I don't fit in your scene Stay in your lane and don't swerve, nigga You don't want it with me Fuck it, I'm going in hard like I popped a blue pill, bitch This is what lyrics sound like On the other side of that red or the blue pill shit If I ain't the one who is You're confused, that's the issue Tryna drag next man in your issues Next time you go Downing Street Better take all your trap niggas with you [Outro] Fucking lost yout What you get for that (Bluku bye bye, bluku bye bye bye bye bye) You get me? Cuh when you go Parliament And put on your TV voice, your posh voice You're not tryna tell them that you're out here, like, endorsing the trap Take the trap niggas with you to Parliament You're not tryna do that, are you? No, you're not 'Cause you're on some part time usage for when it suits you You're corny, cuz Why you tryna use other niggas for street cred? Stand on your own, rudeboy You get me? One man army on the microphone Cash Motto, yeah