"So who are you?" The question isn't 'who am I', the question is 'where am I'" Jesus died at 33, but I can't give up now Friends in heaven that I gotta make proud One day you're born and one day you die Gotta figure out inbetween it gets wild Pen and pad for the childhood feeling I'm sitting at lab tryna write shit down Prayin' on fixing me and all my bad addictions God forgive me, I'm your child I don't give a fuck where the game is going, na Destiny, I'll survive 'Cos I'm from an era where content meant bars I'm an influencer on the mic Never see tears in my eyes, my heart does the crying I just smile, I'll be alright Sitting down, reasoning with SK And we concluded the main goal is stay alive, so Go what ends? Link what chicken? Fuck that Kano taught me 'that's slippin'' (that's slippin') Don't get jerked in the West End doing up dates Better go eat with your mates Shootings, stabbings, petrol bombings, my estate Stay there thinking Britain's safe I got jumped few times cos I did not run, I ain't gangsta, I'm brave Certain times I cut tho' I know London cut-throat He slipped before he stood tall Now he ain't here to buss joke True that's how the slums go True in every slum bro True he was a good yute Trouble turned him dumb cold Couldn't fight to save his life Now he's bussin' guns though (Brrrrra!) Niggas like 'Chip I'm harder than you' I'll be like 'cool, but I'm smarter than you' Very long day if I'm barring for you Very long day if I'm barring for you, like Lord forgive me if I dust this yute I don't wanna but, I might have to brush this yute Very long day if I'm barring for you It's a very long- yo! brrrra! Tryna plan my exit out of this rap ting I check online, it's bare nonsense As much as I know I was born to do music My friends who trap got less problems I know setbacks, I know getbacks I don't leave home not watching my headback Sorry, you're on who? Na checkmate, check dat Disrespect, we don't tek that (Chippy) One mic, decks, and a mixer I'm not the problem Me, I'm the problem fixer Operation fix-up More money, less mix-up All the stones I took for my scene In the mirror like 'God, why me?' Ballon d'Or or Balotelli Either way, c'est la vie Pussy, I ain't reminiscing 'bout the past Snappin', I ain't sitting on my arse Gunman, where's your gun then, tell me na Doesn't mean that you can strap a bar Call him 'Mr. Doesn't Have A Bar' That's the way he don't run out of bars I don't need a telescope to see I can spot a spitter from a star I can spot a spitter from afar Coming closer, stop it, you a fraud You ain't number 1, you 419 I'm 420, bark it and I spark Used your talent make it out the ends Getting pole position, buss your friends Family gon protect me to the end And what they'll do for me, I'll do for them Niggas like 'Chip I'm harder than you' I'll be like 'cool, but I'm smarter than you' Very long day if I'm barring for you Very long day if I'm barring for you, like Lord forgive me if I dust this yute I don't wanna but, I might have to brush this yute Very long day if I'm barring for you It's a very long- yo! brrrra! It's Mr. Slap 'Dat - splendid Never took back that slap, man meant it Slapped it way before Drake and Kendrick Two in this leng- I'm sorry, meant Two in this pen like I dare you to back your bredrin He was in the way when I slapped 'dat I didn't wanna hurt him, I had to curve 'round him, bend it I still rep Wiley I'm sending, I'm sending, I can't stop sending Had a mixtape for sale at 14 Looking back, like where the fuck 20 years went? Haringey district, animal instinct Best bet, do not play with this vet Tell a boy 'come outside', I'm outside I'm outside like AG and Mak10 Grime Scene Saviour, yeah I'm a flow-dan Anytime manaman deya dem dead!