| Shut your mouth, you chief
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| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Get your wig split suttin' like chief
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| Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
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| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief?
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| So I said bun that don’t rate highly
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| Thundercat, no word of a
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| Man ah flick up the suttin' like Sword of Omens
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| For anybody that say I ain’t hard (Yeah!)
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| Oh my god (Yeah!), I got parred (Wah?)
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| Lies, never get parred in the dance (Yeah!)
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| I don’t wanna hear no chat 'bout hard
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| When your boy dem are bitch like female darg
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| Darg, can’t call man darg
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| Bun all the chat, manaman a get scarred (Yeah!)
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| Boy, I’ll make ya say hi to the lord (What?)
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| Dem boy likkle man will never be hard (Yo)
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| Boy better know my manaman are so solid
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| You don’t really wanna roll deep for the war (Trust!)
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| My mandem are nasty
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| You will get sha-la-lank inna war like
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| Oooh, oooh
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| I’m dirtee like Double E said (Yeah)
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| Jumpin' around like Jammer on sets (What?)
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| Swing my 'ead like man have got dreads (Trust)
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| Sideman, you’re the bad bit of bread (Yeah!)
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| Said you’re alive but you’re actually dead
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| Tek man’s phone, come from the set
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| Your wifey’s tryna drop me a text, you chief
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| Shut your mouth, you chief
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| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Get your wig split suttin' like chief
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| Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
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| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief?
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| What you know about that one?
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| Pull up on a mad one, just like SafOne
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| When I’m writing a bar, it’s a mad one (Trust)
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| When you’re writing a bar, it’s a crap one (Dead)
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| Wheel up? | 
| Nah, you ain’t ever had one (No!)
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| I make tunes for the next gen, mad one
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| You make tunes when your girlfriend leaves you
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| And you can’t get no gyal, sad one (Trust)
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| Ain’t got no time for the haters
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| Last month, I was in two papers (Trust)
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| If you saw the smile on my marjay’s face
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| Then maybe you would understand
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| Why I’ll lick down anybody tryna stop greatness
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| What’s the update? | 
| What’s the status?
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| They say don’t listen to the haters
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| And I tell 'em that I’m okay like Gracious
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| Yeah, you know it’s a Lewisham ting
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| When I touch mic, Lewisham ting (What?)
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| If a man’s talking South East London
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| And he says grime, it’s a Lewisham ting (You know the ting)
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| What about-? | 
| Nah, Lewisham ting (Yeah!)
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| Hold up, bun dat, Lewisham thing (What?)
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| I’ve got bruddas all over the map
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| But when I rep ends it’s a Lewisham ting, you chief
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| Shut your mouth, you chief
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| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Get your wig split suttin' like chief
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| Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
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| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief?
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| Shut your mouth, you chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Your mandem are chief
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| Auntie are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief?
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| Shut your mouth, you chief
 | 
| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Get your wig split suttin' like chief
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| Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
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| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief?
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| Shut your mouth, you chief
 | 
| You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
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| You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
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| Get your wig split suttin' like chief
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| Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief
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| Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
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| Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
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| What? | 
| What? | 
| What’d you know about that one, chief? |