Corn on the Curb

[Intro] Everyday, bro, we've gotta stay battling Gotta stay fighting, gotta stay striving Gotta stay dreaming, gotta stay believing Gotta stay scheming Greeze! My nigga Sucio Guapo in the building Dex, greatness only [Verse 1: Skepta] I broke down a few more barricades Got me a few more accolades Used to look forward to the weekend Now every day's like Saturday Surrounded by stars Come chill with the constellation Then she asked me what my real name was And killed the conversation Sometimes I've gotta scratch my head Like big man ting on a level Only my mum and dad call me Junior What makes you so special? No Rolex timepiece No Hublot kettle But still I know when it's time to jump in the car Put the foot to the pedal like Yeah, I don't care about VIP I've got very important places to be While I'm asleep, I'm making a beat Girls in the house getting naked for me What I'm tryna say is basically Never get a joke man mistaken for me Corn on the curb if a man diss me My niggas got the biscuits in T Santa Claus used to miss my house So I decorated my own Christmas tree Ring man's phone if he think's it's beef What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me My niggas been on crime Don't get it twisted cause I don't beef online My niggas violent, my niggas loopy Something you ain't seen on Vine I don't want a like, I don't want a follow Diss me today, link me tomorrow I've got goons that can't leave the country Above the law, under obbo I know pain, I know sorrow I know empty, I know hollow I just flew my Gs out to Amsterdam And I told them "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have been in the kitchen Experimenting with the whipping And you see, the road ting and the music ain't mixing Would've thought man was playing baseball Way man are outside pitching Never been a punk, never been a victim Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm? Fuck that, let the kings in [Verse 2: Wiley] I start ringing MCs Go radio, I start swinging MCs I was in the trenches, everyday grinding You couldn't say a man weren't bringing MCs I will pick up the phone, start ringing MCs Bars inna my touch, bringing MCs They know I've got Skeppy on my team We were on road, living it, skilling MCs Producers, plus we are living MCs Bare vibes we have given MCs I was there back in the day when it was garage And them man said they wanna get rid of MCs But them man couldn't get rid of MCs Cause since then, we've become bigger MCs Some MC Det Skibadee, Baseman and Trigga MC [Verse 3: Skepta] Yeah, us man are blazing powers Them man are blazing Benson My bredrin said it's his birthday Took him onstage with Drake and Section Hate my niggas cause every day, it's another great invention Wanna talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout like a western Cause I don't fear no man Think you're a killer but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my span Cause you might get shot on the road like 28 gram And you know who I am Shower man down like Fireman Sam Drive to your ends on a two-year ban With Solo in the transit van Nah, you can't diss my mum Shots start fly out and man get bun Fling on my black garments and dun Dry skin between my index finger and thumb I hate man like a nun That's why I wanna buy a haunted gun Can't get killed before I get to see my son Them tings can't run They got me thirsty for blood again They got me talking crud again They got- [Phone Call: Chip & Skepta] Yo, fam Yo, Chip Talk to me, man Where are you, though? Who are you with? I'm on my Js, blud Sound, man. This ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam Mad pressures from every angle, fam Yeah? It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm... like... I can't be up there with them people either... you know what I'm saying? I'm too black to be up there, you see what I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I feel like... I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I feel like I'm in limbo, fam Fam, you're going mad, fam. I've been I've been waiting to speak to you, fam You're going way too mad, fam Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam? Like North London, fam You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else that is happening over here, fam You get me? That's a deeper calling, bro Like them callings there, it's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like super powers fam, super charged, bro I hear that, fam Like just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam They ain't got a fucking clue, fam Independent to the T, fam Love, brudda, man I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man What you saying though, everything good? Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam You already know, bro. Powers. Powers