Over

[Intro: Trim]

Roll Deep

Yeah, Trim and Will (Over, over)

Over, over, over

Yo

[Verse 1: Trim]

I've told them (Over), and over again

Young, older or dead I'm never phoning the feds, or using my legs

I will swing till it's (Over), skinny nigga like Willis

I'm spitting for spinach, repping my village, it's Trim

I'm in but no one will knock for me

The name Trim translated is what you've got for me

This game gets clocked with ease, from Rinse to Freeze

I write and squeeze, booking flights with Breeze

And Will, I'm head- (Over), heels, my flow's like smoke, it kills

You can get choked or peeled, smoked and grilled

Till it's (Over), done, finished, finito

Roll Deep will be your negro, yo

[Verse 2: Wiley]

Eskiboy

The partnership between me and Dizzee is (Over)

But the movement ain't (Over), Roll Deep has got the power

I'm not pissed it ain't (Over), you should've known it weren't (Over)