3 is the New 6

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

I'm an old-school young bandit in the Hamlets

Locally known as an ASBO

And I'm known for the stains in the mains

So nobody hollas me when they have cro

Nowadays everybody's in the bando

Bring it to light, I bet he never had a tan though

You could be the king to them twenty little boys

Still can't say where I can't and can go

And I'm known for the noise, all of my boys

Roll round with toys, Hasbro

And as soon as a man is my pagan

You wanna roll round with him, you're sad, bro

I wrote this one for all the fans

When I perform this, they're gonna go mad

You bought her everything in the kitchen sink

But are you really gonna tap though? No

My real fans in pickles

Like "fam, why you spitting so simple?"

Usually when they spit like this

You give 'em a red card and you blow the whistle

Like where were you when we kicked ball?

In the pitch behind Percy Ingle

Your my brudda but you're nothing like Dimples

Man are hating becuh they've got wrinkles

And that's more than level and status

Newham for the barbers, level and fade us

Could never let another man downgrade us

Look at the minor that's running down majors

And that's more to life than followers and blue ticks

And throwing signs that Jay-Z uses

I ain't Drake, this ain't Toronto

I kill a man pronto, 3 is the new 6

[Break]

Stupid

Yeah you got it right it's the album

Shouts out to The Firm, R.I.P Sawn-Off

R.I.P Fizz Man, R.I.P Raver

R.I.P Salum, free N-L

Free Tanch, free Grim

Free all the mandem

In and out of the jail cells all the time

It's time to put Tower Hamlets on the map

Hotline Distributions, yo

[Verse 2]

If you're the king of my hood, I ain't from it

How can you be a king and you ain't on it?

I ain't iconic, I'm Akonic

Book a flight, go and hide in a rainforest

I ain't Ken Livingstone and I ain't Boris

Can't guarantee tomorrow cause it ain't promised

Making money's a crime, we do time for it

But time is money, you want something, you pay for it

They call me masonic, cause we never had the same heart

Or the same path or the same college

What's your take on it? Me and Zino and Joe on the coast

With our T-shirts on, still got your bae watching

You was out trying new things

I was true to the roots, day-dotting

Lunchman, You couldn't last a day's porridge

Get money on the move, never made office

And nah, not one man in the hood could say I ain't robbing

I could never sniff yay when I'm yay shotting

You ain't getting money, you is getting off your face on it

Way up, gotta be way honest

Don't play up, cause I might play on it

And the plates on my table are tectonic

So you tek what you tek from it

Port of Spain not Portmore

Sick of hearing 'em rapping about four-doors

Sick of hearing 'em rapping about support more

Gotta kick it in, what'd you think the door's for?

I was in the field taking shots

While all these MCs stared at the scoreboard

And for the record, I never brought war

That ain't nuttin' to be up in the store for

Know why? When it comes to war, man, I'm way too clever

It's on me, I ain't gotta look for the leathers

We bring the hood together

Better than the whole new-age grime scene put together

You ain't been in that place, me, I've been in that place

Ain't about that life, I'm living that way

From time I kick a man's face

Put me to the test, on my mum's life, I'm on handicaps

Killing MCs, I'm the man for that

Don't think you're untouchable

Cause any grime MC can be wrapped like a candy batch

About "Shut Up", say names

Oh, you can't? KK

So tell me, what's a G-A-T or a BET

Or a MOBO to an AK?

[Outro]