23

[Intro]

Yo

Yungen

23, my birthday's today

No pre-record

Alright SB it's been a minute man

Look

[Verse]

I don't even do grime

Went from a Q to them fans in a Q at my sold out show, you know I've always been a man for them lines

From South London, all we know is grind

Some went the church road, some man died

Ask about me, I ain't never run away from no scraps but God forgive me if I bust my 9

God forgive me if I take your girl

God forgive me if I ain't been writing bars, I was writing my bro in jail

Been 3 months, he ain't had no mail

Shit got real, I was in Madrid when I got the call that he never got bail

Now he's in a box and he's looking at a 12, that's the last thing I wanted to hear on myself

We in the 7

You know Play Dirty, you know Section

You know Stormzy, that's my bredrin

My size running tings no questions

Them man can't fuck with the South right now let alone try fuck with my G's

Don't ask me where is the love, man will get black eyed for my P's

I made like 20 grand off my mixtape, another 10 grand off shows

All them girls wanna suck my dick mate, why the hell would I still be on road

Fake rappers don't wanna support, maybe because them man there are getting knowed

Yeah you've got more followers than me, but I know how much he did you sold

Man can't chat to me, I've got fans

You're still hoping the AC bangs

Tryna stack mo', make more grands

If I ain't done it yet, best know it's in the plans

So, this year I need a MOBO

They must've thought that I lost my MOJO

I've been getting girls all my life, I might have beat your's to Casey and JoJo

Man might drop a mixtape with Bo-bo

Do it no promo

Young OG shit, I be on my low so

Everywhere I go now they wanna take photos

But I'm still the same old kid, still running with the same old crew

Really started from the bottom like Drake, so you know success is due

But I'm in the bits, I'm with the clique

My bro Scrap just spent 30 on a whip

I'm with a chick, don't give brain but she tick

Big bum make me bus' quick

I don't ever slip

Better know bro's got the...

You don't wanna get your wig clipped

I was getting knicked

You was getting wrapped in cotton way before I did that tune with Chip

I was the lightskinned saviour, galdem taker

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Chestnut jumper, Huarache sneaker

Been ten years I still ain't beat Shaniquea

Been ten years since I beat the first nina

Beat man, take a man's money on FIFA

Still tryna get my bro S that VISA

Put more money on my VISA

Hey, look, man better know that there's limits

Man better know if his girl's in the club then I'm leaving with her and them digits

I ain't into no funny man business

So miss me with them gimmicks

I hear a couple Uni man tryna be critics

Like I don't get your Uni loan in 10 minutes

Yeah I get chips and I get it in portions

Them man there can never catch up, that's a warning and a caution

The mandem tell me I'm hard, the posh kids tell me I'm awesome

Thank God I got to see 23 and I'm still running the game in my Jordans

Bang, they ain't on nothing