Keep On

[Intro: Tone]

All the haters, we just keep on moving

Yeah

[Hook: Tone]

Keep on

You can do it, fuck all the haters, we just keep on moving

This is my life, now it's more than music

So fuck all the haters, we just keep on moving

[Verse 1: Stormzy]

Look, feeling like Rocky on the steps, real talk

Come meet Rocky in the flesh

Round here, we don't do sorries or regrets

Round here, man'll catch a body for the bread

Yeah, the world's gone mad, seen a good girl turn bad

Saw a man get smoked for a bag

Saw a man get thrown in the back

Saw a man get rich then [?]

Got my bros in the trap, I don't want 'em dead

Niggas boasting their raps I don't wanna hear

Tryna blow from a track, I ain't stopping it

Put my bros on the map and get it popping here, yeah, it's proper, clear

It's all mad now, took a big step from the background

Had em boy there turn bad now

Me, I just air it

If it ain't God, how the fuck can I fear it?

I go hard all day, I'll go hard till it all pays off

I go hard for their life cause the grind's gotta pay

I go hard while the boys stay soft

I came round on the boys who could fuck with the wave

We're back where it all ticked off

I work hard, yeah, a nigga can't wait for the day

Where it pays and it all takes off, word

Staying on my grind till it works out

Tryna turn up while you turn down

Burn man's bridge, get burnt down

Like, how you gonna ask for a verse now?

Niggas can't wait till I burn out

Tell em be easy, I'm good

Do this for my bros in the pen

And my friends in the grave and the Gs in the hood

[Hook: Tone]

[Verse 2: Potter Payper]

Say my words be painting pictures like an artiste

Mr Essex Boy, certi from the Far East

I'm from where you could get a tug off some armed police

So I couldn't give a fuck about your RTs, darg

RT, I'm in a white house with some dark fiends

I feel sorry for them, honestly, my heart bleeds

But I'mma keep at it till I'm calm 'stige

To my watch face blue like it can't breathe

And HP's back, HP's back

And I'm rolling with some yat boys, get your AP snatched

I'm in that A3 black, darg, it's crazy in that Dunya

I'm Scar up in this bitch, them man Timon and Pumba

I get live, she hold it, sweating out like it's zumba

Call me Frankie, not Fraser, call me Frankie, not Butcher

Darg, I'm running through all that [?], pack on in my day, don

Theirs all stuck on that same one, G, we ain't smoking the same bud

[Hook: Tone] (x2)