Run Out Riddim

[Verse 1] Yo, about I took longer than Meek Sonic Boom, hold two in a week What? You ran out of bars but got time to tweet? Go get your pen, you chief I am the good guy, yes, from a badboy ends Around here, they trust my pen You wanna film here? Tweet the time one day before You'll get run out the ends Run out the ends, get run out the ends Waste of petrol, don't try that again I can't run out of pads or run out of pens Blow! I got him again How can a chipmunk fight with a lion? How did David kill Goliath? Saviour, that's not you, stop lying For me this is effortless and you're trying, look You ain't the devil, blud, you're a human being So you can die like me Camouflaging in evil settings To hide the fact you can't rhyme like me Or look fly like me, batty boy preeing my life It's boom bye bye from me Boom bye bye from T, As and Bs Boom bye bye from a geek [Verse 2] You keep coming at me, I've gotta send back This one's not for grime, it's for your head back Too much disrespect, I can't tek that You bounced off my name, ayy bwoy, get back I ain't gotta say your name, you know I'm at you Don't be tweeting, I'm really at you Why should I clash you when I'll thrash you? If you sold a million too, I would be glad to Man said I run out of bars That's my bar, blud, are you dumb? Even catting my hooks, now who looks shook? Hmm, cat got your tongue Said I went pop, came back, that's lies Hip hop in between, blud, that's true Now anything you can do, I can do better Boy, I can do anything better than you, you See, I let you run, you went first But look, bar for bar, you'll get burst And I could done your dance in a verse But you don't need a verse, you need church Big man ting, are you not 'bout paper? Why you wanna lock off my show, you hater? When you win your Rated Award In the back of your head, know I don't rate ya [Verse 3] Dex on the beat, pow What's with the milk it games? Cow Fuckboy, you think you're Drake? Wow Peng tings don't rate you, sit down Man wanna take my throne, not today You couldn't take me then or today "Light Work" proved you're dead, you get me? Dead, #PissOnYourGrave I nearly went off the rails this summer Where's my brother? Gone jail this summer Now I'm on treating man how man treat me So I'm giving man hell for my summer Yeah, I still wear my own clothes Man still see me on road, I'm on dough Ice Kid's evil bars were better than yours I swear to God, you're not cold [Bridge] Look, I know you man just might run out of bars Chip can't run out of bars I started the year with the bar I finished the year with the bar I finished careers with the bars I- Oi blud, you're rubbish! [Outro] You get me, when you reply, I know your reply already, you get me? You're a badboy 0161, obviously Big up Manchester, I love you lot, I just don't rate this brudda, like, you get me He's gonna send about repeating yourself and all of that You get me, 0161, the cars and that, obviously Gangster and that, jail and that Blud, everyone from round here's been through all of that, blud, that don't make you no better on the microphone, now just 'llow it