Withdrawal Symptoms

[Intro]

Yo, no long intro needed, yeah

Fuck this dickhead crackhead

Thinks cause he's on Lord of the Mics, he's hard

Come on, 30, you're boring

(Yawn), listen

[Verse]

Row D's saying my name cause he wants

A likkle piece of the pie, nigga, that's life

You're 30, you're 30

And you take lines of the (sniff), lines of the white

You suffer from depression, I was gonna ease you up

Fuck that, it's grime

I'm gonna clean the scene, fam, it's time

Fuck every single little batty get-along guy

You begged PK for a feature

You begged Big Zuu for a feature

You begged Jay Amm for a feature

You begged Saint P for a feature

You're 30+ on the Macclesfield team

Sniffing lines of the fuel won't make you harder

MTM is under 21s

And we're topping the league, next team, we're Barca

You don't know what I know about you

You're a jeweller and you'll get a minimum too

Gassed your fans that I don't move food

But you grabbed the T off me for your dudes

You grabbed the T off me for your mum

Probably done half of the ting on your ones

Eskimo Dance, you were twiddling thumbs

Cuh nobody wanted you onstage, tough luck

Said that you brought Mic Ty but you didn't though

You've been spraying ten years and you didn't blow

My boy from Grove piped your ex

And you spit about her all day, bet you didn't know

Talk about murk on a dub was dumb cuh

Now you can't even go west or south cause

I'll punch you in your yellow teeth mout

And I don't even do mic chat, I do road, so

You have draws in a little pink sock, you're a bum

Oh, you wanna chat about me and my funds?

I've got a whip and you stay at your mum's

And you flick draws off Jay, it's so dumb

You begged Tiatsim for a lift Wembley

After the Alibi set, you were burning

Try sit down on the curb like assembly

Asked us man for a lift, got a burning

You got left in the cold, you're a sideman

Us man are younger than you, more hunger than you

You're a twig, us niggas all stronger than you

Sent for Zuu, it got longer for you

What you gonna do if you see me on set

Cuh you can't hide behind Jammz?

No, I'm not coming to your crib in Kings Cross, fam

You're just a certified fan

XP put you in the mud on a normal

This little dub right here's informal

You're still staying at your mum's, that's awful

You're still diving through pum with a snorkel

Itching cause you weren't lying for the fame

Row D, no one's gonna buy that name

You're a victim, you ain't gonna slide back way

Come Grove, guarantee you're gonna die that day

I went uni cause I've got brains

You make change but you've got no chains

You're broke, all you do is sniff and smoke

And cry about how your ex girl got poked

"Gay Jay Snakey", yeah, that's a good one

If I belled your girlfriend, then she would come

I didn't really wanna send but I'm bored, so

Might still catch a man's set on a hood one

Everybody tryna take sides, man see you

Trust me, right now, I wouldn't wanna be you

Row D, I got a blue tick in a year

And you've been tryna call for a tick for a year

Now I won't flick you a T cause you're broke

Your credit rating's wrong, too low

Unmatched designer, yeah, that's calm

But unmatching tracksuits, fam, you're a joke

YouTube comments, all day you're getting corn

Waste of an egg, should've never got born

I'm Row D's dad, not a metaphor

Quick "Catz Riddim", no long peppercorn

It's Row D

Still no wheel

Spit another sixteen, still no wheel

Bum licked the DJ, still no wheel

I performed at birthdays and you crept onstage

Capo and Nico didn't wanna spit

Cuh they came to support and you came to spray

Everywhere I go, "Naila" gets played

Been in the venue, crowd's going mad

Row D dub? Never gets played

SoundCloud, you've got two real plays

SoundCloud, rudeboy, check my plays

Withdrawal, withdrawal

You're a cat, likkle big man, withdrawal

You're a cat, you're a cat, got withdrawal

Couldn't bring yourself, you got withdrawal

Withdrawal, withdrawal

Never got PRS, got withdrawal

Don't get reloads, got withdrawal

Spent all your dough, you got withdrawal

AJ from the Lane

Bun an MC like flame

Oh, what a shame

It's the end of the game

[Outro]

You sniffhead

You dirty sniffhead

Don't fucking @ me, you pussy, man

Then I draw my energy out on dem tings dere

Everyone knows you're shit, fam

Stop fucking chatting shit

About spin people in MTP, bruv

My little brother don't even spit, he'll spin you

You're just a pensioner, you fucking dickhead, bruv