Woooo Riddim

[Intro]

It's me

Yeah

[Verse]

I am the grime scene saviour, Rudolph raver

Chick-King eater, T high-streeter

Yeah, real boss in this

Lobster in corporate offices

I'm like, I'm like-like what the fuck is this?

Who do they think they're fucking with?

It's like they forgot all the Logan shows

It's like they forgot Fuck Radio, wait

True talk, fuck radio

I'm all over it, they're all over Chip

TV ads and billboards

Like you can't book me for a bill, darg

I'm just keeping it real, darg

They're still tryna act real hard

I never, ever lie in my lyrics

So this must be some real bars

The grime scene's full of fronters

Too much gun talk, not enough gun men

Too many songs, not enough shows

Too many lyrics and not enough dough like

How can anyone dislike me?