(Hook x2)
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the V.I.P., that's (standard)
Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO awards that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet that's (standard)

(Verse)
They don't want to go back to back, I'm the best here
All I got to do is rap and they get scared
Best grime act 2015
Rudeboy come and chat to me next year
I ain't new to the hype
Have ya eva seen what I do to the mic?
Rap like a street boy, sing like a sweet boy
Yeah lil nigga, I do what I like
Look, I am the problem, #PROBLEM
If ya  want a problem, 079 me
Ya are not Skepta, ya are not Wiley
Manna got bars, let a brudda come try me
What? What ya thought I weren't grimey?
What? Didn't know I get lively
Brain of a wise man, heart like a pikey
Why don't none of these MCs like me? I hear them talk
'How did he win the award, man?'
'He don't deserve that shit' I tell man straight
'I ain't here to play games'
'Lord knows that I've earned this shit'
Ayo Flipz, have ya heard this shit?
Should I set pace, should I murk 'em quick
Come wit twenty man, went top twenty fam
Bump Skeng 4 in my German whip
Look, I ain't sayin' that makes me great
I'm just sayin' I'm playin' my part
I just find it funny how they
Told me this one ain't goin' to chart
Tell all the haters kiss my arse
This year's been mad like where do I start?
Man want to talk about views on the Fire in the Booth
Go and check my fire in the park
Man want a war, let me know when
Do it in a fist fight, do it wit the pen
Tell em that ya can go Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I'ma go WickedSkengMan part 10
Or go and do a fire in the park part 2
Yeah, ya got a car, I got a fast car too
Yeah, ya got a gun, I got a rata too
Big man like me gettin' parred by ya, no way

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
I tell man (standard), them boy (standard)
Fourteen, I was in the hood wit the gangsters
Can't be a dickhead in my hood, you'll get bantered
Three stripes on my whole team, I stay branded
Get man angered, cool, that's (standard)
Man are like 'Brah, are ya dead? Ya get sankered'
Take a man's girl to the spa and get pampered
That's a five star ting, that ain't (standard)
Rudeboy (standard), my shows ain't (standard)
Ya can get a bottle in yo head, ya get Fanta'd
Out in the town wit the lads, I get wankered
I roll wit the Gs, but today I'm wit the skankers
I pop one Champers, I know bankers
And I know gunmen, tugs and shankers
Ya can be a target and ya can get mangered
Cuh, I roll deep like my brakes been tampered
Look, any riddim I touch, I get busy
Ex-girl hittin' me up, like oh really
Let me know who's silly enough to get silly
Ya ain't got a million bucks, you're not Diddy
Ya ain't got a million bucks, so just cool
Man stay grizzy, that's fucked like one fiddy
Blud don't charge me up, I go back to back
Ya ain't killin' my buzz, you're not Drizzy
Want to get aggy wit us then go through
Niggas ain't baddin' me up, I'm not ya 
No, I weren't catchin' a bus to roll through
Cuz my jeans weren't baggy enough to hold food
Big bit pokin' out of my waist
Can't be hangin' wit us, there's no room
All those threats go over my head
Cuz you're just not savage enough, you're no goon (standard)

(Hook)