Speak to Em

Coast 2 Coast Instrumentals

[Verse]

What you doing fam? I'm spitting bare crack

Bare nitties on my Twitter saying 'How you done that?'

Bars for the cats, shut down the flats

I'm pure diamond and who's harder than that?

Harder, I go so in that it's crazy

#WorkRate, never move lazy

More time it's Hennessy but I stay hazy

[?] nineties baby

I'm from the West where the beef's on a hold down

Run boys, slow down, get yourself mowed down

Big spinners round 'ere, no reboars

No fables, stories or Eeyores

Uh, and how you talking 'bout danger?

What'd you know about seeing kids with the taser?

Big Afghan AK's with the laser

Looney, fam I end dubs, no Fazer

I heard you think you're harder than this flow

What you know about the kickback on the wrist blow?

Default beef keeps you stepping on tiptoes

You might leave the ends but you're taking a risk doe

I remember when my life wasn't sticky

Me, Zel, Saff living down in Bricky

Chilling in Morley's, didn't know stress then

Nowadays pagans tryna find my address

I've got stress fam, but I keep calm

'Cause I wanna see the green grow like a weed farm

Sip Yak and I space out when the beat's on

Straight darging on the chicks that I cheat on

Sip champs, I ain't come to [?]

Left hand make your heart stop, [?]

I ain't Tony Hawk so no I don't ramp

But I keep on the grind 'til I ball like a champ

I does this true, you're a cheater

Stand on my own, no following the leader

You man are getting famous like Tulisa

Sucking bare wood, battyboy, me na see ya

And if you talk crud, get your face bust

Only on your mum's BDay is the cake cut

You little gem, sit down, you're a fake thug

You don't air slugs and you show fake love

Look, you know who's above this

You can ask the mandem if I does this

But I show love to [?] ugly arse

The females about Che 'Yeah he's lovely'

I ain't gay, I'll talk about swag

And [?] money so you know about my bank

Fake internet goons upping fake buttons

Real G's will do sutting and say nutting

I've got fammo down South like my don Jack

And when I need a trap beat I've got my contact

They be hating on this nigga cah they gone whack

And they be hating on their wifey cah she gone black

Call me B-52 cah I bomb cats

I ain't in it for the fame, where's the contract?