Текст песни: Furby + перевод

Yeah, I’ve got a grafter’s mind, it’s deep

I get it from my father’s side in beef

I’ve never been half that guy

Always full-on, I always pull on

A nigga who ever steps past that line

Get out your nine and I will get mine

Look, fam, I don’t ever waste time, I just blaze

Send niggas to an early grave, then put it in my rhymes

Fuck with me, get a bullet in your eye

Get head off your beans while I’m getting high

Shotting drugs, that’s how I get by

Fucked up life, man, I’m tryna survive

Mandem came in the game and died

365 or a nine on the grind

Is your life like mine?

Yeah, cause I love the roads daily, I

Get threats on the roads, they don’t scare me, I

Came in the game and guys are tryna pair me up

New to the roads, you’re new to the area

Come to the ends and that where it’s scarier

'Nuff man

Like after Eskimo Dance at Watford Area

Big 45 to your face is a bitch

You’re a son of a whore, I’m a son of a gunman

Son of a gangster, shots will blow

I’ll make you die slow like you’re dying of cancer

You will get the pump to your mouth like you man have got asthma

Big 45 to your shoulder, cause you’re a younger

Shotgun slug to your older

I’m on the roads and you’re in a coma

I’m on the roads with a twelve inch borer

I’ll crawl through the dog flap

Make the gun clap, should’ve known better than that

Roll with a team of barkers in black

Thought you was safe in your west end flat?

Out for the cheese like a mouse, not a rat

Got an eight ball, see a cat, say catch

Money upfront so pass me the cash

Cause I rock a fella just like Dame Dash

He’s strapped too, don’t plan no attack

Act up again, then the kid gets 'napped

Held up for ransom something like Bash

Can’t call feds, phone already get smash

Face get burnt when I’m squeezing the mash

Aim for your upper lip and blow off your 'tache

So show the team where you’re keeping the stacks

Lewisham rider, serious

You can get your headtop filled with lead

If you judge my team just by their appearance

You can come through on your gassed up hype

Say that there ain’t nobody you’re fearing

You’ll be a wasteman all your life like Kieron

I’ll let two slugs glide right near your ear and

Screech, wheel spin, on point steering

One, two, three, four brats put the gear in

Shif, Gully, ACE, bare war in the clearing

I’ll bun a man’s face for the cheese and squares

So please don’t act like you’re hard of hearing

When we ask you for the Ps and boxes

Cause you’ll get a deep facial tearing

Aisa Spencer ain’t caring

You’re jokes, I should call you funny

Back with a promo, I’ve got money

And my diamonds look like carrots

And my chain looks like Bugs Bunny

I don’t care for the grime scene haters

Cause I know that my promo’s stunning

So on top of that, they’re OGs

If I call Ruger, you’ll be running

Scraps with a 2 2, quickly bun him

MCs can’t even call my name

They know that booth state will be coming

I’ve got the whole of the grime scene buzzing

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I’ll done him

Rush on bar, didn’t see you

Stood outside, did not come in

You’re jokes, I should call you a joker

I’m the ace of the spades inna poker

Nike hoodie and Air Force, no loafer

Catch you with the burner, call it a toaster

Right hand whack, slumped on the sofa

Part of the mandem, never been a loner

64 bars all strapped in the folder

Here we go again, I’m going on colder

Bun it

Trust me, I’m going on thuggish

Dash the .38, don’t think it’s luggage

Dem man are screaming eff South London

Us man are screaming come, we bun him

Forums loving my work right now

Watch when my brand new promo’s out

That’s gonna be the talk of the town

Look

I know killers on a first-name basis

From way back that wanna see me rich

They’ll pick up sticks, aim and bark

Yeah, I’m doing home visits from light till dark

For the light and dark, they’ll bring the tape and chalk

Man wanna think we ain’t down to do this

You must be smoking dust in your chalk

Sit back, get gassed, all dark

See me with Axel,

Couple unknowns that don’t MC

Still on lighting up stage and dance

Serious shooters something like

Rooney, Ronaldo and Drogba

Ring off the skeng for the front door

And still lick heads off, fuck a show and dance

Look, sipping on the finest 'gnac

Gassed up off my South London

If it’s on, I’ll wash out your blood with Daz

Can’t get the stain out? Cloth’s getting dashed

No waste money, it’s not a thing

If my dargs miss you the first time

I’ll drop more P for in a hearse

My dargs bite, that’s your life

Look

That’s your blood all over the floor

Mouth all ripped up something like Saw

Man wanna talk shit 'bout what he saw

it’s all good till a man gets drawed

get bored

Man wanna come here hyping to me

RIP, left frozen, morgue

Uh

Like

See me with the gloves or the mask

Know that I’m looking to burst that starry up

It gets nuts when I start barring

I’ve been a skeng MC from morning

And if man wanna step foot on my block

Think you’re hard before you’re too far in

Best think about it

You should know that TK’s about it

You might have the skeng, I don’t doubt it

But the question is, will you shout it?

Really, are you gonna bang, though?

Talking hard like say your name’s Rambo

And if I draw my ting out 'ere

Dun know, I’ll clap that ish like a tambo'

Look, TK, I’m old school

Get don record me on Pro Tools

Believe me when I say I am no fool

Keep thinking that I have no tool

Then I come back round, light him

See me now, then I’m gone, lightning

Family Tree, that is a strong team

Dem man ain’t matching the squad I’m in

It gets nuts when I’m writing

DJs wheel me up when I’m rhyming

Hear these other little MCs biting

Cause my bars are piff like the white ting

You’ll see me in the whip with a white ting

Black ting, or maybe a lighty

TK, I’m all about my P

All day everyday, not fortnightly

Yo, can’t say I’m not on it

Come to the set like what? Who’s on it?

Heard man ah man talking bare hard talk

Came to the set and you weren’t even on it

You don’t really want it with Shif, best long it

Don’t hype, prick

Cause I will box man in the belly so hard that he vomits

I bet you’re pissed cause your girlfriend’s on it

Right now, I’m on it

DJ’s bringing up the next tune now

So I’m gonna spit on it

Might drop a 32 bar when I’m on it

Going in hard, will sound sick on it

I know couple man that carry some big man straps, rudeboy

With the lasers on it

Man wanna come here hyping to me

I call up my bro for the ting, nose is longage

Can’t say I’m not on it

Man’s going on like he’s bad, far from it

Don’t let me line up your jaw and bomb it

Trust, you would’ve thought Tree was about

The amount of people that were tryna say stop it

Shifman, you’re taking it far, so stop it

Come on now, fam, it’s a par, stop it

Uh, stop it

You can’t manage

Run up on set and I cause man damage

Man wanna come here hyping to me

Like the 45 can’t turn man to a cabbage

ACE has got a big shank and stabbage

E-G-O's here too, it’s a wrap

Man said that he wants lyrical war with me

Like man ah man won’t get savage

Uh

I call the shots like Fergie

I’ve been around since Bergkamp, Zola

Giggsy, York and Watch Me Leave Scars

Dirty

Straight from the earth, that’s why man are dirty

Gyal ah get wet, true say dem ah heard me

Fling on the Jim, mi nuh wanna catch lergy

Lergy

If I catch lergy, man do a birdie

Time is money like prepay, early

38 bang for your headtop, curly

Curly

Stuck in the East End something like Shirley

Send man to the gates, dead, pearly

I’m a mad dog, yeah, something like Bertie

Bertie

Gyal ah get mad, true say, man are flirty

Calm down, man are big man, no thirty

Presidential like 'Bama, worthy

Worthy

Slugs go through your temple, that’s merky

Normal, standard, man wanna hurt me

Leave two holes in your tee, shirty

Shirty

Nine to your back, no Rooney, Drogba

Spin around the corner, bullets are swervy

Turn man to a soft toy, Furby