Banger

[Verse 1: Jme]

Man's a big producer ina dis

Playing with stems like a biologist

You're listening to the best in the game

Yeah, JME and Wiley it is

We will just keep strapping these bars

'Til you catch the drift like Japanese cars

Any of you verified artists wanna chat shit?

Man will start slapping up stars

[Verse 2: Wiley]

I don't wanna ramp or skin on the riddim

Skate around tracks, I cling to the riddim

I wanna sound right on the riddim

I run up on a spitter and light up a riddim

I'm tight on a riddim, cah man a top flight on a riddim

MCs wanna fight on a riddim

It's what I'm like on a riddim

I do it like swoosh, Nike on a riddim

[Verse 3: Jme]

Me, fam I don't waste no time

You say 1, 2, 3, I say five

How much work I put in

No wonder teenage unemployment is so high

Blood, this is a full time job

And I get paid

Cheque out the wad

I'm a songwriter, performing artist and a producer, fam, I swear to God

[Hook: Jme and (Wiley)]

Who's doing it, doing it like (bang, bang, bang)

We're doing it, doing it like (bang, bang, bang)

Who's killing it, killing it like (bang, bang, bang)

We're killing it, killing it like (bang, bang, bang)

Who's doing it, doing it like (bang, bang, bang)

We're doing it, doing it like (bang, bang, bang)

Who's killing it, killing it like (bang, bang, bang)

We're killing it (bang)

[Verse 4: Wiley]

I walk in the game like damn, what's the new plan?

At the top of the mic game, I already am

Got a couple of new tracks that already bang

Like J in the game cause I was already nang

See your closest bredrin, said he won't grass ever

Them times man have already sang

Won't ever see man like me on a sunbed chilling, why?

Because I'm already tanned

[Verse 5: Jme]

Fam, it's more than grime

See me on the stage in my Air Jordan Flights

Buss up the rave, then early morning times

Catch me at Heathrow, boarding flights

This is more than a par

Original skengman warriors of the earth

Doing this ting until the end of time

Will hot you up, they don't care who you are

[Verse 6: Wiley]

This ain't a myth, we are real grime stars

And we ain't gonna be a par

Work so damn hard in our lives, we gotta go far

So we're raising the bar

It's everyday not once in a blue when I'm making a star

Reach the end of the third 8 bar

If it's a 32 or 64 bars then we start lighting up stars

You get me

[Hook]