| [Verse] | |
| So what if you recorded and mixed down P Money Is Power? | |
| I gave you back all that respect and power | |
| Nobody could rush you | |
| No one could touch you, G, let alone cuss you | |
| I showed you road and girls and buss you | |
| You was a broke-arse can't afford bus yout | |
| N.E. gave you a PC and then buss you | |
| You're acting like you done it yourself, **** you! | |
| No, bro, you are the man that's worthless | |
| You stole from the roof over your head | |
| And took things from the studio, caught red handed on cam | |
| You were trading for pennies from Cash Converters | |
| Opportunist, you were stealing from Mela | |
| How could you steal from Mela? | |
| In fact, how could you steal from his father? | |
| Put that in your sob story, you ain't clever | |
| I've never been moist, it was probably the wetter | |
| Definitely on sight, and it's probably forever | |
| You wanna mention mum's yard, come, darg | |
| I will have a shotty and a mask from V for Vendetta | |
| But you ain't on that, man, I know you | |
| Shut your mout, I don't owe you | |
| You worked for the guy that was putting out my CD | |
| That's why the studio time was free | |
| Shut your mout, I don't owe you | |
| And you can come with a punchline verse | |
| Nothing surprises me when you write for me | |
| 'Cause I can hear what I taught you | |
| Stormer was there when I showed you what punchlines were | |
| And Little Dee taught you about multiple rhyming | |
| Like you said in your Fire in the Booth | |
| All you had was beats and shit bars | |
| I mean how else did you think you got this hard? | |
| Wait, we know how you got this hard | |
| Cos you're only half a writer | |
| Let's see what your fans are gonna think when | |
| You finally admit that you use Master Writer | |
| For those who don't know, that's a program on Windows | |
| You use, when you type in a word | |
| And it comes up with every other word that rhymes | |
| What if I told you he was doing that way before '09? | |
| How dare they compare you and I | |
| I got money and I put on for grime | |
| You got signed, fixed your teeth, put on a suit | |
| And started singing about suicide (Overload) | |
| Years later, talking about breddahs have been blocking you | |
| No one ain't scared, pop was stopping you | |
| You buried yourself, that's why you're a rotten yout | |
| But you tried to block me though | |
| Man tried to stop me eating | |
| Had me, Tom and Geeneus in a meeting | |
| Man said Dot's managers are demanding | |
| I be taking off shows, I couldn't believe him | |
| I was like "Oh my God" | |
| Instead of being a man and turning up to perform songs | |
| You tried performing a gastric bypass | |
| Don't know why you're flexing on my cards | |
| Ringing up Vex cos you were scared of my dargs | |
| Whole game failed you on the test that I passed | |
| That's when banging you up became my task | |
| Send your shots, my shield's better than a riot guard | |
| I smell a pussyhole in need of some RightGuard | |
| Ran out of Stockwell, ran out of OGz | |
| Ran out of Nando's, ran out of Hoodstars | |
| Dunno what you done to your mum | |
| But not even Bart was run out by his marj | |
| How are you talking like you got darked? | |
| You played with a short fuse, got sparked | |
| **** your drive, press P and get parked | |
| Everybody's saying it's gonna be historical | |
| The absent father of grime | |
| Everybody knows the biological father is always diabolical | |
| I don't have to but you I wanna school | |
| SoundCloud yours, I'll Spotify mine | |
| You wanted to but you can't sell lies | |
| No bashment in sight when I turn up at yards | |
| It's guns, money and ammunition, it's all cartel vibes | |
| When I know where he lives and I roll through the bits | |
| Lights off, blacked out, nine guys, four straps | |
| Full clips, in the boot man's got another six | |
| I'll let one of your fans work out the total eclipse | |
| Remember how you met Shivs? | |
| You were 19, a virgin and shit | |
| No game, man had me writing his MySpace messages | |
| Man was all nervous and shit | |
| Then later on, man done a diss | |
| How's man doing a whole dub for Shivs? | |
| Calling her a hoe when you wifey'd | |
| Don't lie, you wouldn't have done it otherwise G, yeah | |
| Feelings, blatantly wifey | |
| Man's really getting a kick out of calling her a sket | |
| I was like hold on a sec | |
| Doesn't that mean you just wifey'd a sket? | |
| Which one you gonna wifey next? | |
| I ain't even mentioned your ex... yet | |
| But I'll tell you about that girl you're with now | |
| When it comes to the girls, bro, your life's vex | |
| 'Cause you've gone and wifey'd Lusardi Rose | |
| Name says it all 'cause everyone knows | |
| She was beating man that you might call bro | |
| Your closers are thinking "Woah, this is peak" | |
| Her Snapchat's got too many streaks | |
| Brudda, this ting's run through HeavyTrackerz' studio | |
| Way more than me | |
| Left with no tunes, no singing | |
| No mix downs, just beats, no riddims | |
| Innocent, pssh, who the hell is she kidding? | |
| Did man really think that I wouldn't spin him? | |
| Your Fire in the Booth had me grinning | |
| **** Minarmy, I'll spin armies in eight bars | |
| My Gs could be Muslim, when I tell 'em it's beef, they break fast | |
| This MAC-10 will turn a mansion into a graveyard | |
| 'Cause my man's a prick | |
| Diss my son and get blasted with what's in the palm | |
| Do not mention the Iron Man's kid | |
| I'll address man here when I do it over my man's wig | |
| I don't care who my man's with | |
| Deaf sound, my ting's loud | |
| When I give him this smoke, man better learn sign language | |
| Rasta mode when I get nicked | |
| Let my bredrins go, it's all what I and I did | |
| Snake in the grass, you're fake | |
| Everybody on my team eats when it's my banquet | |
| About school me, are you stupid? They don't wanna book me when I'm on my maths shit | |
| I've got a shot that will take away man's eyesight | |
| Plus a blade to divide mans ribs | |
| Sounds like a seven a side, when you hit the news | |
| They'll be like "that was my man's pitch" | |
| Call man fat all you want, when I banged you in the face | |
| Your left cheek said "My man's quick!" | |
| Leg said "Woah, did you see what my man did?" | |
| When I ****ed up my man's shit | |
| Come with them shit bars about fatso | |
| The thing is when I was as skinny as you | |
| I still weren't getting smacked up by fat blokes | |
| [Outro] | |
| Trust me | |
| Nobody's G checking me bro and not you | |
| I don't care who's around you, you're talking about olders | |
| You're 29, shut your mout | |
| How you got olders at 29? | |
| Upset? Aaw you and Blacks, bruv, 'llow it bruv | |
| You diss a crew, prepare to beef a crew. That's what happens | |
| You're on your Snapchat and your Twitter talking about ah mans doing all this 'cause mans hating on you | |
| Mans ne- why would man hate on you? | |
| My career compared to yours is mad | |
| Your peak is pop | |
| I've been doing grime | |
| There's bare stuff I still ain't said you've been doing | |
| This is why this has happened, I smacked you up | |
| 'Cause you're a violater, you are a pagan | |
| And now you wanna do lyrics but in your lyrics you're now talking bout road | |
| Make up your mind | |
| Check my dub compared to your dub bro | |
| I'm stating nothing but facts and violations of how much you are a pagan | |
| All you're doing is talking about what you think you would do to me and wanna do to me and rumours that ain't true, bro | |
| It's air | |
| I'm stating real life facts, that people around you know and will back up | |
| And will actually say "Nah, but Dot you did that" "Nah but he's got a point" | |
| That's why you ain't winning this | |
| 'Llow it |
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