The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day Three-hundred and sixty somethin' consecutive days You can out-rap me, you can't out-trap me Look The mandem quick to react like Kai Cenat I don't like to brag, but fuck it, I'm the king of this UK ting and I fly the flag That's that Check the numbers in the stats, at the most, I could Uber for these hoes and I could buy them bags Nike Tech to the BFA 'cause I CBA, I abbreviate I do me, they re-create I ain't even mad, appreciate it The beat is hot, I can't mediate it It's radiating, when the opps die, I hope the pain's really excruciatin', pussies, huh G17, it's a new plate Shotgun, that's my nan's age Holdin' it down right now, I'm civilised, but one call and I'm causing an outrage Can't even trust my family, feelin' to kill everyone but their families Told the labels that if they want me, I need the same deal as Ariana Grande Hit man in the top, I'm good in my aim Rap boy on a footballers wage If it ain't 'bout money, don't text me I don't wanna communicate One-hundred M, Lyrical Lemonade and it weren't just Cole that was ready to shoot that day, uh CEO, I live up to my name, to get bro back, I give up all the fame I pick your phone and I'm on holiday The trap still runnin' man, T, go bae Hurts me hard that I'm seein' my dargs so hard when I know there's a easier way I couldn't afford to date, it was chicken shop like Amelia, Aitch I ain't changed, I just made some change and my friends don't see me the same My girl get money as well, if we go out to eat, she don't need me to pay Work hard, I need me a break, only rest that I get is when I sleep on the plane Every dog is his day, it's true, but I'm blessed so you never see me complain, nah Alright, my darg do a man obnoxiously Stuck in your head subconsciously I'm not in my bag yet, I'm still loadin' Twenty percent, I'm not complete Somehow still tryna find my feet on land, but I feel like I'm lost at sea, uh Don't shoot the messenger, eatin' good like Bismillah Both at the rap, the trap established, them boy cap like replica Diamonds dance like Usher, Raymond, stacks same size as Hasbulla Bitch sell like white Macklemore Get on my knees and talk to god and tellin' the things I'm thankful for I got too much sympathy (Why?) I feel bad for the man that switched on me I told them I was 'bout to blow They were lookin' at me with disbelief You got a bullet with your name on it, it's Christmas time That's a gift from me Merry Christmas