Next Up - S5-E46 (Pt.2)

[Verse] I was flyin' OT in the mornin' knowin' that I gotta be in for my curfew T Loose used to drive man there, he got thirty two years when he caught that bird flu Anglo arms or show man the angle, rip these squares, I ain't goin' in circles I ain't surprised that my man snitched, he was raised by a rat, like the Ninja Turtles Pissed double M ain't dead, should've took your chance that day on the **** Wait, can't say the same for your mate, got hit in his back and it come out his face And the Jakes wanna know what happened, they're tryna quiz man like Brad on The Chase Had me a chocolate one from the H, I was with her that day I ducked down little **** Bro's on face time showin' me the ****, he like he don't know all that shit's ham If he screams **** side or ****, show man why I gotta rap with a bally I got a one-six chick on me, I should've said one-five 'cah your bredrin's Cali' I'm in Radisson Blu with a baddie, my posh ting from Rugeley Trent Valley YM let it go on the mains, blew out his hand, should've held that tighter And I ain't tryna hit no civil, but boy don't be a [?], like [?] And V's told me I'm a star, so I'm livin' my movie, what should I wait for? I got bad B's shakin' it up, got me throwin' up fives like my name was J Fours I'm in Broadwater Farm with Tiddy, me and my bro like **** **** I just linked **** in the six and I left her sis with a bag full of bells Stepped in the party, bally on my head and I'm with bro-bro and he brang it as well He went O and got fired for the week, I was fourteen spendin' that shit on my belt I was sharin' a cell with G from Mash, used to hide that mash in a two pound hairbrush Gangster's move in silence, we turn man loud, now everyone hears us Gyal in the dance say she love gunman and she love gunman tune But wanna sing tune pon gunman, you love gunman till your door gets boomed And miss me with all that hate, B, don't make bro clock eyes at your AP If you ever seen the way man stretched him, you know why the radio don't wanna play me Sorry, gov, I don't know about drugs and phones, but I know that it ain't me Me, I try mix packs and potions, flew down the M with the car all hazy [Outro] All that tough shit, no fuck shit, man, G's up till I freeze up, man Free the grave diggers, man Mm, mm