Chill with Ben Taylor, no drillbit Lil Kim, put your lighters up, still lit I ain't on that rap to pay the bill shit 'Cause I wrote the best raps of my life and I'm still skint Oh Lord, swear down, I was so bored You inside, I don't know what you want smoke for In the shop, please can I get a coke or Some honey for my throat? I don't wanna hurt my voc' chords Every rapper who had big things coming soon Stuck behind me while I zoom, believe me it's nothing new I told everybody I'm done, really thought I'd brought those days to end Then came back to dominate every fucking stage again I'm in Tottenham, eating pie, peas and mash You came to Cottingham, you came to see me and Flash I know Jacob only came to see me, then dashed I'm giving you a free verse, author of the leaves of grass Stole the show, don't even bring the headliners in Pulling up with something sexy and Somalian Huh, it feels good to see Guymer win It comes as no surprise, too used to this kinda thing Ingredients in the pot, the mastermind behind the recipe Something 'bout these Drake beats just seems to bring the best in me Notepad and pen, the most effective piece of weaponry Uni? Never tested me, butcher beats, that's the chef in me Not here to chat shit, you're in the wrong kitchen Doing that on beats, success in my one mission Since COVID hit, nothing but consistent Came from Hull to London, killing it long distance So you better call me the sniper You see all the legends I perform with in the cyphers? Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Das EFX And if I get my own way, I swear down, Nas is next First I gotta pay off all my loans I was in Essex House putting work in on the phones And in my one-to-one, Gandhi told me mate, I'm so efficient Top of the leaderboard, run it up, more commission Tryna get the bag, Mum wanted a Harrods one Heading up the nation like Minister Farrakhan I'm the man, but I'm not arsed, venerable vagabond It's fire in the shop, you know they've always got bangers on So you don't have to call the brigade Couple bottles of wine and I'm off home shit-faced It's all by design, none of this was by mistake You only come in for milk and leave with a mixtape Something in the water, I aren't talking about a houseboat I wrote this watching Simpsons in a gaff on Southcoates Huh, you already know what I'm about though Way above average, give a fuck about the Dow Jones Used to pen shit, be doubting and stressing Nowadays what I attempt and put out is perfection, ooh So I'm just counting my blessings 'Cause I passed my Maths grade after mountains of lessons and I know 0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit Real quick, taking piss, you know I'm still shit 0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit Real quick, real fucking quick mate 0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit Real quick, taking piss, you know I'm still shit 0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit Real quick, real fucking quick mate

You can find me in my hiding place, right up in Armani's closet £180 for the drip, straight up outta Martin's wallet Playlist or pavement, you best believe I'm styling on it Survival of the shittest man I don't know why I'm so modest Poor as fuck, I'm more Echo Falls than Dusse Let me go on Monday and I'm getting dough by Tuesday Fuck your job anyway, as if I'd care what you say Salute to West and Mani, Eastside Buff to East Hull UK I'm creative without wages, I've written new tracks The statement on the page is fuck Rishi Sunak He can get a few slaps, I'm just spitting true facts And you can bring back them half price dishes you twat Now listen, I thought of that while I was cracking eggs we having brekkie Community Crisis Payment, stocking up on gas and leccy Bootlickers in the comments tell me "you should have respect", me? They're lucky I'm just writing, I'd head to London if it weren't a trek see They wouldn't know the feeling of declining direct debits Pals lined their pockets, passed it on so that they'd inherit And as for Universal Credit? Ha, you best forget it See they get jobs, but it's more so about their cronies and much less the merit State of this Union, it's a joke man I'm appalled with it Just want one Prime Minister that isn't an enormous prick Put commoners in the House of Commons, take the Lords to tip I didn't need Brexit to get up on some sovereign shit But fuck it, cash-in-hand'll do for now, yeah I'll bartend New Simpsons on tonight, so don't talk to me til Bart ends 10,000 hours on the pen so my bars tend To provide that sweet relief, proper gutted when the bars end

I ain't ever been to the Palisades But my flight just landed in Paris mate Mary J. stay slaying in my headphones Oblige in the sights and sounds before I head home Same terminal and airport to Berlin Three years passed, I'm a whole different person Money still short though, my pockets stay hurting I'm almost out this hole I've made, yeah I'm swerving My last project, I said the world was beautiful Didn't possess a passport then, so unusual Now I'm globetrotting, show stopping, this how I do it boo Blowing through money like it's nowt, that's kinda stupid, true Forget all our problems for a few days Before we land back in the UK Back to work, shift's early on a Tuesday Don't wanna if I do say but Look now my rent money's due I'm just so stuck in this loop You win some, you win some, you lose And I just can't refuse, what can I do? Out again, financials no better man This time I'm flying out to the Netherlands About to go spread Kieren at the red lights It used to be nice, now he's dead and I'm dead nice I already know I'ma cry tears My first Korn show since Leeds Fest, that's five years And last time, although he hated, he was right there I know he saw me moshing out, thinking "he's quite weird" Reminiscing when we used to play Vossi Bop Stoned out my mind, barely thinking at the coffee shop A whole lot been happening since back then You think it's almost over then it pulls you right back in The trials and tribulations we went through Does everything happen for a reason? Was we meant to? All I know is I'm clocking in at ten to Don't wanna but the rent's due yeah Look now my rent money's due I'm just so stuck in this loop You win some, you win some, you lose And I just can't refuse, what can I do? Three countries, three months, yeah you can flex Where you jetting to? Jet2 out to Budapest Belated trip I was supposed to go do with Jess It's all good, entry was smooth, didn't need no proof or test Still alive, though I lost another best mate Held the spot now for over two decades Truth be told, I don't know why he'd wanna escape But then he said "checkmate" and barely got a cheque mate I'm looking back on all we did You threw it all away for the sake of forty quid? You just clearly don't respect me 'Cause I know you got a bag when you said you needed leccy Truth be told, I coulda really done with it It's hurting me, known him since nursery, now I'm done with him Was it all a waste from when we was younger kids? I'm getting older now and this the bullshit that comes with it Heart and bank empty, yeah my chest tight I'm just tryna make it through to the next night Suit and tie, or I'm tying up my chef whites I wanna live my best life but Look now my rent money's due I'm just so stuck in this loop You win some, you win some, you lose And I just can't refuse, what can I do?

I'm Charlie Kelly in a swanky gaff, ordering milk steak Delays at security, don't know how long this will take You see the calibre of son that Jon and Jill make I keep on levelling up after my lil break Notes app on fire, write to Juicy like it's no Biggie Pilot takes off, I swear I can see the whole city It's never sunny here, I think I need to go Philly Say they never heard of me, I'm just laughing like, oh really? Right in the mix is where you find my vocals at The sum of all my inspirations, this how you supposed to rap These emcees helped me run, a young gun, but I still throw it back I love the way this beat sounds, feeling on a Doja Cat What, you ain't notice that? Never mind, you'll get it next time, I'm on my poet graft Aw no, bullshitting again, I'm packing loads of chat And this just how I look, honestly, I haven't been smoking crack Bags under my eyes feel like some tattoos She's pretty as a peach while I'm sitting peeling satsumes Have to remind myself, oh yeah I'm that dude Head-to-toe, I'm ready to go, dressed in my Batsuit Eat that dinner, dinner, nah I don't eat lunch Why? I aren't a Tory, they all get met with a neat punch Gimme my flowers, ego's growing off of each bunch If I stop performing again, just know the scene's done Keep it juicy, five a day when I eat fruit Rolling up a ched one same colour as a beetroot I still love Megan, headbopping off of each tune But Doja better wear that green suit when I meet you I put the show in motion I got the sauce, HP, the way I craft these potions Doja Cat be smoking, I'm tryna quell the notion I hope she shares this, honestly, I need the promotion Of course I'm braggadocious, 'cause I rap with focus I'm crafty with my hobbies, crazy how I've blagged this dopeness A couple years ago, I was feeling sad and hopeless And now they sang and quote it, I've got my bangers noticed Cross between stand-up and put your hands up From the other acts to the fee charged, we put the bands up I been told that's truly grand stuff, but kinda random I throw the mic to the crowd, we sing the hook in tandem Ask me how I wrote this song? Oh well I used my phone Got fuck all in my bank account, God damn I miss my student loan Tightening pursestrings, truth be told, I wanna loosen those So called friendships, now the group ain't home, just one I used to know Uh, but, my pen be ruthless though Dropped a CD and a tour since we was couped at home That time away probably did me good, back then my fuse was blown No qualms when I'm writing these psalms, I hear the loop then go And that's the truth you know Big things are always coming soon, just hear excuses though Spitting on these popular beats should bring in views, it don't Still it's no deterrent, I head straight to my room and go Write lines, yeah keep that, it's heating up This one don't shine, delete that, keep it tough Post it online, retweet that, best of luck Okay it's time, complete track, enough's enough So I go stupid, stupid, no more talking I let the music do it Crowd going fucking bananas, oh yeah my troops is moving How you supposed to keep up with that? This an exclusive blueprint You can ask the teachers about me, back then in school, a nuisance Rhyme book in backpack, film the set on Snapchat Barely scraped through Maths class, came undone but snapped back The shit it starts at half past so, get out your damn flat Not tryna be a cunt but fuck that, I just wanna rap

High scores, got 'em all, plus a few assists Out your league, so fatigued, still refuse to quit Pure West beats, throwing parties with the Super Kick Big things brewing, pour me a brew, nailed to the Brucifix I heard home is where the heart its Head like a hole, my dome is where the art is Who's that fella looking homeless? Eeyare, I swear it's Martin I never beg your pardon, hang your kegs in the garden, huh Smoking ched with the squadron Intrusive thoughts in my head, I do my best to dodge 'em Love to my people struggling, life can be a harsh one Me? I got the juice by the keg, not the carton Don't put me in a box, nah, I won't do the David Blaine Flowers with the heavy pet, I must say it's my favourite name Flowers from every set, you think I made a daisy chain PLI won't cover me 'cause I leave every stage in flames Hitler Wears Hermes, they won't ever save his brain Major waves from mine, sharper than a razorblade Progress elusive, every day stays the same Without the right coins, it's impossible to make a change I'm counting mine but, I aren't in a ska band This concrete jungle's foul and everybody can't be Tarzan, nah Yeah I was living great in March man Clients overdosing, didn't have to use the Narcan Hammering the point home, you can use my arm and Gather the ingredients, just throw 'em in a large pan And shout your order to the barman I'm literally Ryan Gosling, living in La La Land, huh Swallow my pride? Nah I'd rather choke on it You can kiss my arse and after that, blow smoke up it Is this guy a genius, or is he just a total prick? Art or artifical? Is it something that he's joking with? Mate I was twagging school just to train as a vocalist Yeah my band was shit but fuck it though, we made the most of it My name Christened from the Bolsheviks I don't do local trips, get over it, at least the quota's hit Sucker for a pretty face, but the truth is ugly Desparate times calls for desparate measures when you get hungry We all put ourselves through Hell, but the abuse is lovely Body twisted up, getting battered like I'm doing rugby At Uncle Derek's sitting on fifty acres Leccy on the fiddle courtesy of my shifty neighbours Reminsicing on better times, I'm a history major Smiles all round, when I'm staring at this screensaver Taste what he's brewing, couldn't find a heavier tourer Legends on my resume and more I'm tryn get on support for Hit my line and I'll come set the levels before 'em And nine times out of ten, I'm the better performer I walk the walk, packing all the shit I need to talk Menace to society, with poems packed for Ethan Hawke Me versus them? Never that, nah, we're cheese and chalk I'm more sicker, something sycamore, causing me to bork A brick of raw, all over this beat when I release the cork Welcome to the lifestyle of the unseen and poor They love the aesthetic, shit gets real? Just be speeding off Like Summer 2020 when you heard somebody sneeze and cough Fat lady singing, got the front row crying Performance flawless, looking gorgeous, pure stunned whole time And I bet you couldn't comprehend along those lines But I know, if Sun don't shine, if son don't shine

This is East Hull, my stomping grounds need no introduction From Greatfield to Bransholme, everybody's into something Ugly faces, foul places, ignoring all the repercussions Mate I roar on keys, percussion, I be dotting these productions Life is a pit, all these snakes be cobra clutching Perma-state is so disgusting, when I spray these flows, can't fuck with From today til old and dusted, throat decay, need Robitussin Catch the train over to London, bout to take over the function Off my Beano feeling fine and Dandy See what Guymer fancies, 17 racking lines of candy Dealing with Sids, intertwined with Nancies Might fuck around and sort my head out if the time is handy I'm just tryna do a milli, no promo Then not give a fuck about the money like Joe Solo ID used to be the hat with the logo Loyalty is dead, we don't know about a bro code Running round with some people I could never trust Way before I put in heavy mileage on the Megabus Uh, my bank account never sees a plus CDs are tough, funding them before my needs and musts New York Bangers.com with the instro I gotta say salute to New York, provided inspo Whoa, I mix the wine with the Vimto Kidnapped at age 12, now you big up your Jim Jones Bacdafucup like the Onyx is here On Skate Park, the diet was just chronic and beer See there's no friendships, we're all just onit with gear I'm sicker than everybody, this that vomit premier And that goes for top tier or your mates who rhyme I'ma bring a Brit Award back to HU9 Put it in my Mam's gaff, the display can shine Or fuck it, I might just swap it for a plate with lines Ayo, fuck a hotel, I've never been cosey touring Rather come home so I can hear Rosie snoring I aren't tryna hear you spitting 'cause your flows be boring Wake up and go get it, it's about to be a stovey morning Without warning, I hear the money calling But I left my phone on silent, situation so alarming Ponzi Scheme of payday loans, that's what I call balling Creditors and their affiliates like the Killa Bees swarming My tooth the only thing around here that's fucking sweet Three sugars in a cup of tea, and everything is tongue-in-cheek Baby got back, I'm tryna put my tongue in cheeks She said "you coming back for seconds?", can't 'cause I cum in three Told me "keep that to yourself, 'cause it ain't a flex" Blue tick on your account, but you pay for checks Real versus fake, gwed, you can place your bets Never pay your debts, fuck the companies who make their threats Tryna meet our clients needs so I can raise them up 'Cause most of them got their arms filled with razor cuts I mean fileted to fuck, honestly mate it's rough Every day is tough, plus I don't think we get paid enough Asking vague questions won't give you clear answers All these soul destroying jobs are the real cancers Need rescuing from the pit, well here's your chance to Nah, just throw on another banger that we'll dance to And bell them grafters on peddle bikes who peddle white I hope they get a better life, still come bring us a better night They aren't tryna start shit but they'll settle fights Who cares about us anyway? Our future was never bright Preaching to the choir, never broke through Forever stand on my beliefs, always spoke truth Remember when Lucky Star burned in '02? Course we do bro, that's Huey Lewis and the Old News Killing every track, check the murder rate Not much further away from serving plates at a burger place Keep your head up, nose clean, stay off that herb and flake City on my back, salute my motherfucking vertebrae IT'S EAST HULL

Uh, fuck was my first line? Feeling like I'm standing her for the first time Felt tips and gel pens, so I can make my words shine Vimto and cheap lemonade, that's how I serve wine Corbyn wears Crocs, nah but he probably does though Starmer with the drama, tell me where did all the love go? Don't pull up in my DMs asking "can you get me bud?" No Wouldn't if I could so and still it's all good though Ask my Mam she'll say I've always been a handsome fella Catch me in your local, guarantee you in my hand's a Stella Life is good, I'm the delusional grandeur dweller Forever rag the fuck out the crowd, no Lisa Lampanelli Days are looking Rosie, feeling like a King Setlist is chef's kiss, the songs that I sing, what? Thirteen quid? At the bar for one drink? Get me back to East Hull where we know how to think but I'm privileged to take trips Nowt in my money tin except some fake quids Take piss, I be popping up on playlists So many stripes from this but I never wore K-Swiss I wore Fubu, so frugal I got it aged seven, didn't fit, but it grew to Wore it every day for years, the shit was beautiful Didn't matter if it was school, or a wedding, or a funeral Hollywood Hulk Stove Your Head In Get a brass round just so she can change my bedding, huh So fly, Zeppelin, bring the lead in This fella recognises but I swear I never met him Nah I'm sorry mate, I don't recall But I'm conducting on these beats with no problem at all, and All I wear is Fashion Rebel clobber to ball So you can point me to the girl who be gobbling balls Whoa! Nah swerve that last line, it's too cringy But if that's your vibe, let me know, don't be stingy Every single lad I know is so indie She's telling me I'm gorgeous, I don't know what she sees in me But I'm sound me, just care 'bout what the sound be Sky's the limit, round me, it's looking cloudy I'll make this statement loudly, I'm saying it proudly You can't have hip-hop in this city without me, nah, can you fuck