[Intro]
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked, I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch, look, where we going? Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace, how they gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown, I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them n***as can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it back, why?
'cos I ain't even wrote this down
Yes, I've been blessed with a potent sound
I'm not alike the rest
I'm something like the best
You ain't ever heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford no diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly you're vexed
I can see it in your eyes and your neck
I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest
Just being a guy makes me a threat
Just seeking advice can make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life, but you know what's popping off later tonight
Sex, wanna wet her but maybe depress
Yes, I watch your baby undress
And it don't take much to make me erect
And still I don't know her name and her address
But I know that that's your bitch
Don't tell me that's your whip
The same whip in which I lashed your chick
You rets when I do skets
I don't wanna catch your shit
You're dumb, in fact you're thick
Played at your own game, pack your shit
No game, but I'm not a no-name, I'm an artist
Got an advantage
Burning hot, you ain't got no flame
I'm black, you're blick
Plus you're on crack, you're sick
I don't care if you pack a 45th
Or you clapped your stick
Carry on chat more shit and I'ma slap your lips
Take a phone, dash your chip
You're just like Bashy
You don't know if you should act or spit
I'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
[Verse 2]
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By the way, you lot talk so much
I'm surprised that your tongues ain't swelling
Once again, would somebody tell him?
I'm gone like say I'm gonna run away jetting
I'm jetting on a run way
I can step my level up in one day
And not only step it up in one way
And they can't set me up I'm not a dumb brain
You have better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate on my eyes is 'cos I'm deep in
You can't wait till I die, but I'm breathing
No way would you found what you're seeking
I'm okay, I'm on a grind for a reason
And you know what's up, I got no time, I'm breezing
And I know you n***as have got straps but
The only thing you buss is semen
Please, you're an overnight badboy
Where was you when I was on the bus stealing
Driving at show rooms and drug dealings?
That's right, I was robbing and thieving
Ducking and diving, bopping and weaving
No more mummy providing
So I was plotting and scheming
Getting this money from grinding even when I lost my freedom
Even when the block was freezing
My socks had Ps in, legit, I forgot the meaning
Pricks wanna stop me eating
Stop me breathing
But I will not be beaten
So what if it clocks me cheating?
It's cocky season
You clowns have got me creasing
You get aired like, what we breath in
I get rare, it's hot, it's steaming
You won't get near, it's done, keep dreaming
You might get there, keep on, keep believing
Don't spend every evening sleeping
I recommend you increase your reading
Get a pen and release your feelings
But then again, many men put in more work than a veteran's
But ain't even eating
But I'm ahead of the rest, not even-stevens
I'm so strong right now
I could fuck little more and not breed a weakling
And I make it look easy, like I'm just getting Ps for speaking
I got the street on smash
Finally I've getting decent gash
They wanna ride with me like I got Ps to splash
Hold the 9 mili bitch, read the map
Holds a mile really quick, easy lash
Don't want quite to be sick, even flash
Don't even try silly prick, I'll squeeze the gat
Yo, my life's pretty sick, read my stats
Just rhymes, no, these are facts
I buss .9s and even stab
Done crime like I never seen my dad
Sometimes I can be seen in caps
When the sunshine, still the heat's packed
Done time, but now I got my freedom back
Freedom's back, that's the new talk
And I'm blowing up road like the moonwalk
I got so many goals but life's too short
But I'm going for gold like I do sport
And I'm fully fit, the rest are full of shit
All I need is beats and I'm fully equipped
Yeah I roll deep in a ringer (Fuck it)
'cos some man are bants, so I couldn't be full of this shit
Yeah I went out of a minger, (Fuck it)
No long ting, man I bang till the pussy drips
Yeah I'm an angry n***a (Fuck it)
[Verse 3]
Top notch, skipping like hopscotch
Soon, I'm gonna have the whole city locked, watch
What, you don't know? Willy got dropped
No directs and so silly, you got lost
I'm on top, trying to slew me's a long shot
Write bars non-stop
N***as can't wait till my songs drop
You must be on rocks
Don't call me cus', you ain't even my long lost
You'll never know what be a strong cost
Me and my n***as are all winners
Been doing this ever since school dinners
Please don't bread, but you tell me I'm on box
Let me be wealthy, I want dust
All these hoes that belled me get longed off
It's official, I'm back on my grizzle
No time to slack, not even a little
I've been on the grind before the first whistles
So no whatever you're worth, I'm worth triple
That's why I get checked like it's routine
But I think like the feds prefer Mitchell
Pricks wanna see me on the curb, crippled
But it's not that, I fire the first missile
The n***as don't want it like when I merk Shizzle
One line, the wifey's got a third nipple
Pricks don't like me, they prefer ginnals
You'll never sight me working in Lidl
You punks are sweet like you're working with skittles
I'm back like I'm working with Bizzle
But I'm not on pop, and what I'm doing is work in a little
Can't work it out like a permanent riddle
From front to back I merk raves
Sorry to say you only murder the middle
It's really a wrap, you feel me, I'm back
And you could never peel me, I'm strapped
I'll get my hands filthy then clap
Then skillfully blacked, don't tell me you're back
Still be relaxed
Got bars but they're not milky, they're flat
I was off-guard, but I'm not still being slapped
I'm on point, even with a strong joint
Chat shit and you will be attacked, that's your choice
You can talk, it's your voice
Don't bet you'll still be intact, call your boys
Watch 'em leave with sore joints
Know that, I be guilty and that
So, so, you better get lost before it gets hot
'cos when it gets hot, you might get a leg short
And you'll no longer feel free to chat
So, so, talk again
And I swear you'll never ever walk again
I can spit yeah, yeah, no I never been short of flame
And I can also build beats and rap
Look down, but now I feel free, I'm haps
I'm happy I feel free
Here ain't no n***as wanna run up in my house with the bally and kill me
Living in a valley with real Gs
[Interlude]
Aye MCs yeah? Know the levels yeah? Hah, know the levels, it ain't basic season right now, swear to you, look, look, look

[Verse 4]
What's happening? What's really good cus?
What's crackling? I be in the hood blud
Still battling, still trying to push drugs
So when I see feds, they only see legs
Yeah I'm still panicking
And I've left them fakes in the past
But I still hear snakes in the grass
Still rattling
And they're all claiming they blast
It's nothing but a pain in the arse
Will it matter when my mixtape's on display like a mannequin?
Then, then outcomes the album
I got this shit locked down like falcon
Yeah, yeah, flows I got a thousand
And I bet that MCs have said that
But they really hope that nobody counts them
They hope that nobody counts them

[Verse 5]
They don't know about Ghetto
I'm hearing talk about Ghetto
But they don't know my background
I'll never back down
Smoke brown, I back clowns
I guess I'm too damn proud
I stack pounds, clap rounds and act foul
Hands down, that blouse in a man's house
Mad frown, cap down in a bad town
Slap down that clown
I'ma then come in like
Like, like, yeah that's foul
Two four and it's all careless now
Run up in your parents house
Take more than a fair share then bounce
Break laws, I don't fear Blair, swear down
Break jaws and I scare brers with accounts
Fists or with the bare spray that I found
Break whores with their ears pierced then I'm out then I'm out

[Bridge]
And it's G-H-E double T and (O)
My heart ain't nothing but freezing (Cold)
And I always walk with the heat on (Road)
And all I really want is Ps and (Hoes)
And it's G-H-E double T and (O)
My heart ain't nothing but freezing (Cold)
And I always walk with the heat on (Road)
And all I really want is Ps

[Verse 6]
Look, ain't heard of me? Then you must be deaf
My name's around town like I must be next
The rest must be vexed
Came in the game and lapped them
Next day went like I jumped three steps
Don't think 'cos I got rushed you got ammo
Get rained on like a rusty fence
Life's short, now I know what my mumzy meant
She ain't been the same since gumzy went
Since gumzy went
I've been more focused
Money getting stacked, not one P spent but
Revenge is still a must it won't end till I buss
Not one chief left, what friend could I trust?
Some guys are like bitches
All depends on the month
When n***as are nervous, tell them to take one deep breath
No chrome, go home to a comfy bed
Overstand your whole body
I'ma have n***as standing over your body
Like "Damn, he died one fuckery death
They don't even know what bun he's flexed"
This boy tried to run, he's next
No joy, no fun, we vexed
Oh boy you made a choice so dumb
Since then I'm attacking your defence
Nobody ain't been backing me recent
Slipped a few times
I'ma make sure it's not a pattern or sequence
Now what I'm packing be decent
Feds on my toe, wanna put a n***a back in the prison
I'm sick, and if you think that's the treatment
It's not, and I'm not a snitch, fuck an agreement

[Interlude]
Now we just gotta take it back quickly, so they know

[Verse 7]
I was really good, I'm really hood
Cock back, I really would
And leave your brains in your Evisu Hood
You don't want beef you mook
So what if you're at least 6 foot?
Me I beef with a noog
And I'll leave with your goods
And it's deep in the hood
Bodies get found near trees in the woods
Near trees in the woods
Me, I'm real, and I see through the book
And when I see through the book, I'm easily pushed
I might hide the heat in the bush
With the guy that don't mind to squeeze from a bush
All year round, every season, I could
Call brers down but your people are shook
Believe that I would
I don't believe you're a crook
You're a chief and a theme and a mook
Don't speak to me puff
I'm a fiend for the mic and you're the reason I'm hooked
'cos ain't nothing like squeezing in shubz at fake MCs that I easily shush
Fake MCs, never me, have a look
Level and never alike, Peter and Hook
Them boy forget heat and a juk
They talk a good game, but speaking is poop
You can never bury I, many have already tried
Soundboy, you're a bitch like Kelly Price
I'm Ghetto, you're any guy, still I won't let it ride
You can write bars of any kind
I'll spit ten of mine, and you'll be laughed at
Like you're 30, and still on petty crime
You've had your chance, prat
Me I've been working, yeah I'm not getting signed
But a mill' or half that
Tables are turned and still you're getting pied
Me I'm on a fast track
I wanna be earning, you're cool with getting by
That's why you starve prat
I ain't concerned about you, I'm getting mine
There's nothing I can't have
I don't care if you like me or not
I'm better than some that are signed to the Roc
Any time, any slot, I'm right for the job
On the mic, I'm a God, never tired, I'm props
And there ain't no guys in my squad
That spit likes say they got the mind of a dog
You on the other hand, I don't understand
Spit like say you rat and a frog
But still I be liking it lots
'cos I'd rather swing than ride on my todge
Your bars are like cars, mm right in a moss
Soundboy killer but fuck live on a box
You've been a don since 19-what?
I don't believe you, you lie too much
Lie in the booth and lie in the beat
But I don't get it, you never lie to the cops

[Outro]
I'm off the rails like a curtain
24/7 I've been putting the work in
For certain, I'm merking
I'm so determined, no one can stop me
Not even a whirlwind