Letter 2 Dizzee

[Intro]

Hello

Most Wanted Productions

Eskiboy

Playtime is over

[Verse 1]

I remember '01 December

Me and you shopping, overtags popping

Remember the Bathing Apes we were rocking

Had that early

Since the last time I saw you, no rest, work, no stopping

Ready to drop my album, when's yours dropping?

On the new label

I make music not 'cause I'm willing cause I'm able, hey Dyl

What's going on brother?

I've got to a stage where I wouldn't ever judge no other

No race, no creed, no human, no colour

And nothing ain't changed except I'm the best now

It don't matter I'm still your big brother

I don't hold the line leave that with the runner

I support Spurs not the Gunners

Gonna be the best for the next ten summers

The best of ten athlete runners

And far from blast you

I tell you Dyl it was hard to back you

I still done it

Overground, underground I still run it

Number one grime, I still run it

We ain't in beef so pick up the phone and ring me

I'm still rollin'

Still wear my own garms

Still strollin’ the Roman

Blue jeans listening to rips of Logan's show

In the whips that glide by

I’m like Sparks & Kie I just Fly Bi

Not in a white ride at night time on a black bike in the day time when the market's on

Park your car wrong place car is gone

I broke the high jump record now the bar is gone

The present is here and the past is gone

I'm a master

[Interlude]

You get me?

Sometimes I'm just rolling

And I think back to all the raves that we did

All the shows we did, all the radio

We'd made up a lot of ground (A lot), trust me

Listen

[Verse 2]

As day turns to night and night turns to day

I feel more and more like moving away

But then I remember who I am, legend

Can't stop rolling round town I'm stuck

In the manor like venom in a snake

I'm ahead of these fakes

When they snap there's no venom

Still get missed calls on the phone

So many fam I can't bell 'em all back

I'm ahead of all that

All them golden [?] wanna go worldwide

Back to new rides

Hype's alright but I'm nearly twenty nine

When I reach thirty I've gotta be nice

Make dough everyday for the rest of my life

Big money up I didn't roll no dice

I'll take control of my life

Won't draw no gun, I won't draw no knife

[Outro]

I'm letting go of all of that

Growing up

Eskiboy