Cruz Beckham

And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs

And still spit with a nifty gift, I smoke citrus mist

Know what history is, some distant kids surrounded by risky shit

I smoke a spliff that's big then I'm feeling on top of the world like Bobby Moore in '66

So they better have their seatbelts fastened

Get ready for drama; guns, drugs and arson

Dagenham to Barking, there is no margins

Rep' England more than a Scot wears Tartan

[Verse 2: Ghetts]

And I was born with the heart of a Spartan

Can't hold my anger within

Soon I'll be slammed in the bin

But while I'm on road I'll be targeting stardom

They can't dismantle the king

I'm laughing, they can't when I'm asking a sergeant

Whether he wants it, I'll lick every one of your men down that's marching

10 rounds, I'm blasting

And that's how I get down regardless, I'm a bastard

Many dramas I've been a part of, I've come out my yard in pajamas

Baseball bat and a cutlass like fuck this, gotta protect my home, gotta protect my own

Cause if not I'll never be left alone

Let me go get the chrome

I might address my foes

You already all know, I got the semi-auto

[Verse 3: Devlin]

Superior serial syllable killers

You must be piping the rocks to think you could ever fuck with us

Two elaborate spitters that will have your best two looking like Burns and Smithers

Hello it's Ghetts and Devz, make you wanna' put metal to your head

Pull the trigger now you're dead because you know you couldn't query a sentence we said

Wake up or get sentenced to death

And with the bars I'm extensively blessed

I've moved up to the top at the expense of the rest

The levels are so high they ain't expecting less

You can try but it's plain black and white like chess

But they can never test, to collect the mess

When your subject is stressed and can't catch a breath

Bud, sweat and beers and you couldn't come near

If it ain't my year I'm still ending careers

[Verse 4: Ghetts]

I bet they didn't know Ghetts when I was spitting on [?]

Since house and garage I've been foul with the bars

But I spit my album in half from rowdy to calm

Now sound the alarms, they wonder how

I'm still underground but so powerful

Most of the youngers sound just like me, I come like the flow's so catchable

I've been the most influential entertainer across England

But everyone's got an opinion

Even those with their ears blocked

Hear what? I care not

I'm going up another gear, watch

For you it's another year lost... we can't share spots

I ain't taking year off, to clear off before the flare's hot

I swear to god, there ain't an MC I'm scared of

I'm a certified murker, something like a sniper with a clear shot

My gain is their loss, it's not fair

Fair's not in my vocab

Niggas wanna' know what I got in my notepad so bad they go mad

Trying to find out how I write what I write down

They don't have an idea I'm lightyears ahead

The worst nightmare in effect

G star jeans, Nike Airs are my crep

No hat, just man's hair on my head

Fly gear, 22 when I've had my share of material things like 'Where's the respect'?

They cry tears when you're dead but when you're alive they fight for your downfall

That's the reason I'm wearing a vest, I'm scared of my rep'

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