3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I′m a direct rudeboy

Grew two yats on my ownThat means I'm a direct rudeboy

Man can′t call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

That don't make you a direct rudeboy

Some MCs come with the wickedest talk

But really, dem man chat crap

Acting like a donny but they don't know ′bout tracks

When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts

I don′t put myself in places

If I weren't there then I weren′t, let's face it

If you weren′t there then you weren't, that′s basic

I kill 'em with the realest shit and they hate it

I'm a diffuser, can′t act tougher than you are round me

I′ve got youts dem tougher than you are round me

I nearly died for the game, that's right

But some spitters ain′t nuttin' around me

I was getting ′em hype while you was touching your lighter

I was killing the mic there on the motherfucking beat

None of you are bad round me, it's not only about me though

Let me give a shoutout to my scene

[?], that′s a rider for real MCs

Me and Wiley in a clash, that's a real MC

Hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG

I said hold tight D Double E, that′s a real OG

Mad, reload ting

Pop, pop, pop, that′s a reload ting

And when I say "it's Kano in the house"

Everybody knows that′s a reload ting

If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when

And you ain′t on a kilo ting

I don't wanna hear about [?] food and tings

Man don′t do those tings

On-sight, thought he was onside, init

Saw them guys, no shots fired, init

If you ain't real then don't ride, init

That postcode, that′s offside, init

Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft

Dem man are [?], us man are kosher

I′ve been that nigga since [?] loafers

When kids dem didn't give a fuck about olders

Man don′t care 'bout fathers

Man just care ′bout figures

Man don't care ′bout yards

Man just care 'bout Bimmers

Man don't care who′s hard

Man just care if it′s blinging

Man don't care ′bout masks

Man'll do it bare-face, init

We don′t do none of that bare-face fibbing

The realest shit on your airwaves, init

3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I'm a direct rudeboy

Grew two yats on my own

That means I′m a direct rudeboy

Man can't call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

That don't make you a direct rudeboy

Can′t tell me nuttin′

Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter

Link dusty red cups out the cupboard

In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs

And the same madman fly out for the summer

Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners

Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas

Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin′

Boiling point, I keep it 100

Yeah, G goes in

Mad three-pointer, free throw ting

Bitches looking at me on a keyhole ting

I'm a gasser and a gentlemen, G hosting

I′m a skinny nigga [?] so slim

[?] when the D goes in

Man are getting money, type the keycodes in

Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin?

Fuck that, [?], we backed ′em up

Now it's game-giving if it's facts, I aks them up

I′m man of the match, I matched it up

And I′m with the bats, I patched it up

Sitting in the trap with hash to cut

Sitting in the [?] with crack to cut

I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed ′em up

I hit him with the [?], then backed the truck

Gully, I'm so slim

K, Hollow, [?]

Can′t look inside a nigga's whip, the windows tint

Better take the weight, better link those drinks

[?] better leave those simps

[?] with the clip, I′m gonna teach those chimps

Man a put it on [?] see those wimps

I'm finished with the little nigga, he's so rinsed

[?], I′m king

And he′s no prince

I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping

And then leave no prints

I said that, that, that, that's me

And yes, he′s so skint

I'm in the matte black 350

With [?] beef go mince

If you don′t look after your own yout, boy

You're not a direct rudeboy

If you′re in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy

You're not a direct rudeboy

Bow Street, just bought brand new goods

One you man can't get, a new toy

That′s why a man′s [?] just preed him

Sent me a direct, rudeboy

16 bars in effect

Take this pen to your neck

And just [?] man with it

Cash rules everything around me

That's word to a Method Man lyric

Yeah, I roll deep in the East

But I still might Mega Man with it

Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it

Cheques, we get it, cash and collec′ it

That likkle pellet, that nah gon' mek it

Rest his head in that man′s spaghetti

Yout dem are menace, nuttin' like Dennis

Man got stripped and even got credit

Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it

And run from pigs, don′t even watch Peppa

Real go-getter, geezers know better

But geezers [?] Skinner

Don't resort to violence, no, never

Man just start with violence, go figure

Eat man's food before man eat dinner

Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor

Left that [?] for my nigga

3 wheel-ups in a row

That means I′m a direct rudeboy

Grew two yats on my own

That means I′m a direct rudeboy

Man can't call up my phone

Then gwan like a direct rudeboy

One side bag and a stoney

That don′t make you a direct rudeboy

Can't tell me nuttin′

Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter

Link dusty red cups out the cupboard

In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs

And the same madman fly out for the summer

Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners

Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas

Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin′

Boiling point, I keep it 100