Don't Bread Me

[Intro] I'm not gonna lie All them "you weren't there" likkle cheap shots It's like, come on man, that's not no kinda level [Verse] You know in this life it's not fair So how you gonna talk about I weren't there When the feds had you in Australia I didn't act like a fool, I knew you was there So you can't be a don if I'm not there You likkle eediat Get Dizzee, come 'round 'ere This style none of you run around 'ere I been livin', I been dying for my sons 'round 'ere I come to your house, you've never come to my house Bumbahole looking for the clout Deep down in your heart you're not an MC I look around, I see your real gauge empty Try to drop man out on the sly And then you come back start looking for a bligh Haha, no bligh Me and you are done, no lie About god forgive you if you bust your nine But wait- You ain't gonna bust no nine If Dan never made German Whip You'd be right back there at the back of the line And you ain't above clouds, you're the basic grime I do shut up and fuckery and facey grime I gave this brudda life, he ain't taking mine I know two girls now They're the reason why you're even out here now doing famous grime Bumbahole stay there, I won't waste your time Just me being real, it's not a hatred fam You made Jme stop, that's paigon time You made Jme stop For you bro I can never stop, 'cause I've gotta drop You was never a top shotta, the cream of the crop You was never on road like that You gotta stop with all this Clout-chasing, that's what we call this That's Not Me gassed you up for all this You're a real snake, that's what we call it I thought about it, there's nuttin' else to call it Tryna be my friend but I overrule it 'Cause you lost your way back, you need schooling Bare yes man around you, that's boring You're fame-whoring I run up on any stage, one up Your stage, one up Anytime I step to you, I step one up So you can't step on mic and run gum up You man ain't like me, you can't one up I'm a king of one up Think about that tonight, till the mornin' when the sun come up You said that Bob Marley copy fella Could see them kinda talks I bun up 'Dem talks I bun up I rock up on your next stage show, I come one up 'Cause I'm a rave done-er I'm one up You know me when I start help you out Then your whole life tun up Remember when Wiley told you to pick up the mic? Good, I hope you never forget Look into my face, you was never the best I trip you over, I put my foot on your neck I'm a junior, and you're a junior You bring it to me, I bring it to yah And manna heavyweight, looking like a cruiser I might catch you on the chin like Bruza Stand up and think of a plate, and run through ya I'm the bo, and the booyah You can bring Jaykae along to protect the greatness I'm still gonna rise and do ya Mascot's news to me In my face, they can never say "boo" to me It's not news to me And how you gonna say that I'm ungrateful When you was the one that was using me? But I'm a street don, so I had the clue to see Never ever put a limit on who you could be So go and be who you wanna be Don't try chattin' to me about envy or jealousy 'Cause that ain't me I said, Wiley chill, his attack ain't peak Cah man are followers, like that ain't sheep Took a cheap shot like, that ain't weak I guess you just wanna sing-a-long track of the week And I was sitting down, now I'm back on my feet I got a likkle few bars now I'm back on the beat I'm Chiraq on the beat, I'm hard crack on the beat I'm like, you wanna bread but no can do I don't wanna squash any beef with you Man are robots, and I programmed you Pretending you like each other it's not true 'Cause you don't like me, and I don't like you Man get rich and switch, end the crew And I caught on like I was meant to do And that whole rich and switch, that's for you Yo, you can't G shock man 'Cause you man are some cheap shot man Rocksteady and Bebop man Round saucer, you man are teapot man Blam, you fouled me as I was going to the basket Now I got three shots fam Look around, then I look to the basket And then I put up the three shots man