Stepped In

[Intro: LD] Still gang, gang, gang, gang on them, you know? L, shows was a mazza Sixty All-a dat, all-a dat [Verse 1: LD] I stepped in on some gang ting All my drillers in the background (Sixty) LD talks real facts (L) You can go and check my background (Check it) Old school I used to phone bro, like, yo, M, bring the Mac 'round (M) Still up to that same crud but we're having talks about racks now (Racks) Everyone's from the hood But the difference is we get money here And you know we got big waps Enemies ain't coming here (No way) And you know I'm on that stain shit See a crop, and I'll run in there Sound it off for the sake of it (Blow!) Sounding like we brought a drum in there I bang bang, for my hood (Bang) Still the same motherfucker That will get you bang-banged out your boogs (Bang, bang) The industry gon' respect me I'm a badman and they shook (Shook) Award shows with the blickies on us, they know we're here but don't look (In here) On the way to a show now and I'm stilling smelling of the bando On the motes with Asap Making sweeter drinks than mango (That's bro) My main girl wanna fly out, but I'm getting busy in the flats though In love with this war stuff I know, opps know, the feds know, and the fans know That six gang's still drilling Do it like Fufu, grab and dip him Excellent fishing Roll up with smoke, spark and blow Come like we're billing (Spark 'dat) Either way man's winning (Ay) Eating well in this music 'ting And this rap game's so filling (Hm) [Break: LD] Comfy Come on, man Still gang anywhere I'll cut anywhere, man Young boy with links to the OG's You know, man [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] Raskit It's live-o, yeah Shellings I know a couple drillers and felons They talk like I fell off the face of the earth And they sound so hurt I just bought a couple more dwellings Who are these bellends, and what are they selling? Who are they telling? I'll kick your head in, and press on the swelling Yeah I'll split your melon, and spread out your melanin Why are these breddas so feminine? Mind the direction you're heading in I'm so ahead of the game I'm offended you would even mention me In the same breath as these any-men Any attempt to throw dirt on my name, will just make me a lot And raise up my adrenaline How many times have these breddas tried switch up the program? And then turn around and say, "Dylan, I'm sorry, now can we be friends again?" I don't wanna truce The truth is, I'm way too loose And if it's all music, keep it all in the booth Make no excuses, I'm too exclusive It's long in the tooth, and it's all useless All of these bookey Judas moves Just proves that they're all bloody losers I'm so abusive, forgive my rudeness I'm so ruthless Lord of the manor, no home improvement Raised in the manor Manaman like me made the biggest movements Forget the rumours I school the students Take trips to Toulouse, or to Bermuda, for the amusement Lose your illusions and bemusements You're confused, and you ain't got a clue who's who Keep jumping to conclusions Fool [Break: LD] Woi-oi L, Raskit Let me charge up for them Ya' know? Hmm Sixty All-a dat, all-a dat Aye [Verse 3: LD] Still P.C.D. any time of day for anyone of my brodies (Waps) New wap got the gang charged, gotta treat this one like a trophy (Hm) Masked up like he's LD (L) Pussy boy you don't know me (No) And you ain't with the six-gang You ain't shot shit, you a phoney (Six) Come a long way from selling benz's (Ha) Now we might just tour the world, you see gang pullin' up in Benz's (Skrr, skrr) Young boy in the back coolin' with the long one like it's fencing (Long one) 'Dem Gucci Frames look nice, til' ST fires up them lenses Don't at me—come check me Either way, they respect me (They do) Got (shh) touched, and (shh) touched And I just sipped on my Tetley (Ha) You see what happens when you vex me Overseas with some sexy girls, and all of them wanna sex me Think we're calm cause we're overseas, til' I kick a boy off his Jetski [Outro: LD] And I ain't playin' either, man This for real, you know, L Come on The masked one Sixty All-a dat!