Remember the Dubz, your girlfriend loved 'em I really had her up all na-na-night I was in the T with Faze them times Yeah we were really chopping up brown and white Who would've knew from a two and a blue Would've done out the whole O2 nuff times This weren't no fire in the booth, we made bars in the shed We were licking out Charlie off the side I made an anthem, went platinum How many more times do I really gotta show these yutes? How many songs do I save? Goals I shoot I should have a golden boot, my gyaldem thick and rude "How the D so big when you only like five foot?" How you mean I'm the bloodclaat gyaldem sugar? Have her dizzy like I Luv U Thanks to recent events All my young bros wearing masks on their face Doing up greaze in the ends Putting P's on your head, man are squeezing again Dash a mash deep in the Thames From qway back I made Maybach music Since then I knew I'd be rich forever And the blogs still out here digging up dirt on man But it's what, it's what? It's still the same don, just without the woolly hat Just a little more mulli in a Louis bag From a pickney I've been badding up the playground Them times there I started dashing from the bully van '06, started shutting down events '07, started paying all my mum's rent Them times you was still in a grow house I was on the main stage, really filling up tents Every twenty-fifth of the twelfth We was sitting near an empty tree, like this ain't no banter Real man up in the house, when we never had shit I come dishing out gifts like Santa Nowadays, holidays and lobster But I still box chips, chicken and Mirinda Bun tryna catch a bird on my chest Just for defending another man like Tanganga You winning or is it a lie? Every other day I see you snapping in Dubai It's either lit out there or you're telling fibs out there More time you're selling coochie on the sly I made a milli way before I even learned to drive I hit the milli club before I was even twenty-five Tryna separate the little ones from the guys But I'm still living off PRS from '09 My whole life I've been getting looked at like an alien But I'm grateful, let's face it I just switched this tune, Tectron lit up the whole room Come looking like a big blue spaceship Told my jeweller "I might want pops' name on my chain" He said "Cool, engrave it" We were living in a block, I had to break free Cause I didn't want a life that's basic Are you a real one or an impostor? You just act bad, you need to win an Oscar You're on the roadside doing up Deebo On the D-low you're probably singing to the askar Hella gyally in the room make their bum bounce Secure the bag before you go and cop a buss down Didn't pencil in no meetings this week You're too busy getting drawn out on Clubhouse