I'm going in for the kill (It's Tekky) I'm doing it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand (Whyjay) And not let go of my- You'd better mind out, we're still here inside the 9 Yo, no privilege, but I had a option To never be stuck up on the block then More money, more problems We don't get along like Arsenal, Tottenham Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them Gyal from North London Said I made it Big Russian, must come in function Still make a rich man haffa back it and aim it Chop it and shave it Haters, nearly had a strop on my saving I've popped and now they can't face it Chased it, chased it until just made it, ooh (Ooh) 'Member when I couldn't buy food (Food) 'Member gyal lookin' up smooth (Smooth) Lambo truck on the move (Buh!) Should've rolled out in the proof All of these guys wan' tek 'way my life But all of these gyal wan f with the 9 Get my loot in, the percentage of crime Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9 All of these guys wan' tek 'way my life But all of these gyal wan f with the 9 Get my loot in, the percentage of crime Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9 Prada always treat me and my set like Gianfranco Zola In N9, see me, I'm like Pep Guardiola Even on street, see me was a soldier Say they wanna be like me when is older All this crud that my knees went weak Man I put all my weight in a Rover You can never be like me, no Made a quarter milli' last week, shows Of course I gotta keep the right team close Why they wanna see me D-I-E? They know I ain't far from a beast Run, everybody, run from police All these brothers all talk in the streets (Pussies) Brothers say they involved in the beef Tom Ford suit now I'm feelin' all trendy 'Member when the wallet was empty (Money) Copped these boots, feel Edouard Mendy Real black brother in Chelsea No talk, I'll stay out field I feel more hungry, makin' a meal I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill Course I'm goin' in straight for the kill All of these guys wan' tek 'way my life But all of these gyal wan f with the 9 Get my loot in, the percentage of crime Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9 All of these guys wan' tek 'way my life But all of these gyal wan f with the 9 Get my loot in, the percentage of crime Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9 Old times in the ends We were just ridin' on them I looked the judge in the eye And I just lied for my friend I listen to these UK rappers And they just lyin' again (You liar) I'm a rocker, I got bare haters But I got fire fi dem When we was young bruk fellas Everybody was breddas (Mad) It was cool till we made it, then everybody got jealous I didn't get a dime from the block Whether you like it or not I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my- I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my-