Ladies and gentlemen You might be missing some of the benefits that stereo can provide Time to lay down some serious sounds What's this question? What's this test? What's this mission you're on? What's this quest? I weren't even feeling the vibe that I got off this text You wanted a piece of the pie Now, please, off this dress Chiller in the bits You just wanna be out in the mix Can't you see I'm chilling in the house? I just wanna chill out with the 'flix You just wanna bring up what it ain't You don't wanna bring up what it is If I wasn't getting with the- She wouldn't be getting with the drift Turn and grab it It's that dirty savage When I touch that pussy It's like Merlin's magic I'm like girl you got it I'm like girl you have it She's all Kylie Jenner But I ain't her new Travis You do things I don't like Let's talk about you and I I'm way too drunk, too high To think about the consequences I don't mind, just tell me what it is You say you'll text me back Why you send mixed messages? I came to your level Think I compromised When you give an inch, these niggas take a mile I've been sipping D'USSÉ And it's got me hype I might get an Uber And pop up like, "Surprise, I'm outside" Boys will be boys, yeah, they all wanna fuck Talking is cheap, they start gassin' you up Don't trust the game, baby, don't fall in love Girl, back it up I'm back in the cut I pull up sideways (side) Runnin' up on your driveway (drive) Runnin' up on your side babes Yeah, I'm runnin' up Stop acting like you're my only option I got a lotta DMs that I been ignoring I came to your level Think I compromised When you give an inch, these niggas take a mile I've been sipping D'USSÉ And it's got me hype I might get an Uber And pop up like, "Surprise, I'm outside" Boys will be boys, yeah, they all wanna fuck Talking is cheap, they start gassin' you up Don't trust the game, baby, don't fall in love Girl, back it up I'm back in the cut Called you anyway but I knew better Now I'm on my way to your neighbourhood Called you anyway but I knew better I just wanna say I can do better

High, high So high that the airplanes are empty Yes, you know it's dangerous, this high So high that the highs and lows are always highs and never lows You know no lies So high that the atmosphere is different here It's pretty clear to see love's here Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher So high that the astronauts look after us Yeah, heaven touches us this high So high we're above the sun The pain is gone, the pain is gone, yeah, no, no cry So high that the galaxies are at our feet It's pretty clear to see love's here Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher Man of us, man of party They don't know but God, they just cop a shorty They don't have your back they crying proper something? Weighing up the stacks, she got the pot of coffee Finish off the track he wants the proper copy I ain't even gas a man up proper cocky I'm just in that zone, you keep on knockin', knockin' When I'm in the zone, I need that proper lockin' Got me on the flow with proper washing Got me on my poetry with extra toppins When I rip that flow-etry, yes the When I say that get some goffin' Yeah, fuck a gamble Got the guns out and the candles Fuck a bander for the damsel On my beach in my sandals I went to the centre, children This is my first kingdom, fear is not allowed (Yeah, fear is not allowed) She said, "Take your jewelry out, my child, it weighs you down" (It's weighing you, weighing you down) Who you think you're saving stuck here on the ground? (Nobody, nobody) Watch how you gon' fly if you do trust me My love, it can be your empty gravity (I can be your empty gravity) Find your freedom in my perfect harmony Watch how you gon' fly when you believe in me Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher Take me higher, take me higher Take me high, high, higher Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love Oh, love, no fear, oh, love, oh, love

3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Some MCs come with the wickedest talk But really, dem man chat crap Acting like a donny but they don't know 'bout tracks When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts I don't put myself in places If I weren't there then I weren't, let's face it If you weren't there then you weren't, that's basic I kill 'em with the realest shit and they hate it I'm a diffuser, can't act tougher than you are round me I've got youts dem tougher than you are round me I nearly died for the game, that's right But some spitters ain't nuttin' around me I was getting 'em hype while you was touching your lighter I was killing the mic there on the motherfucking beat None of you are bad round me, it's not only about me though Let me give a shoutout to my scene [?], that's a rider for real MCs Me and Wiley in a clash, that's a real MC Hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG I said hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG Mad, reload ting Pop, pop, pop, that's a reload ting And when I say "it's Kano in the house" Everybody knows that's a reload ting If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when And you ain't on a kilo ting I don't wanna hear about [?] food and tings Man don't do those tings On-sight, thought he was onside, init Saw them guys, no shots fired, init If you ain't real then don't ride, init That postcode, that's offside, init Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft Dem man are [?], us man are kosher I've been that nigga since [?] loafers When kids dem didn't give a fuck about olders Man don't care 'bout fathers Man just care 'bout figures Man don't care 'bout yards Man just care 'bout Bimmers Man don't care who's hard Man just care if it's blinging Man don't care 'bout masks Man'll do it bare-face, init We don't do none of that bare-face fibbing The realest shit on your airwaves, init 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100 Yeah, G goes in Mad three-pointer, free throw ting Bitches looking at me on a keyhole ting I'm a gasser and a gentlemen, G hosting I'm a skinny nigga [?] so slim [?] when the D goes in Man are getting money, type the keycodes in Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin? Fuck that, [?], we backed 'em up Now it's game-giving if it's facts, I aks them up I'm man of the match, I matched it up And I'm with the bats, I patched it up Sitting in the trap with hash to cut Sitting in the [?] with crack to cut I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up I hit him with the [?], then backed the truck Gully, I'm so slim K, Hollow, [?] Can't look inside a nigga's whip, the windows tint Better take the weight, better link those drinks [?] better leave those simps [?] with the clip, I'm gonna teach those chimps Man a put it on [?] see those wimps I'm finished with the little nigga, he's so rinsed [?], I'm king And he's no prince I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping And then leave no prints I said that, that, that, that's me And yes, he's so skint I'm in the matte black 350 With [?] beef go mince If you don't look after your own yout, boy You're not a direct rudeboy If you're in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy You're not a direct rudeboy Bow Street, just bought brand new goods One you man can't get, a new toy That's why a man's [?] just preed him Sent me a direct, rudeboy 16 bars in effect Take this pen to your neck And just [?] man with it Cash rules everything around me That's word to a Method Man lyric Yeah, I roll deep in the East But I still might Mega Man with it Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it Cheques, we get it, cash and collec' it That likkle pellet, that nah gon' mek it Rest his head in that man's spaghetti Yout dem are menace, nuttin' like Dennis Man got stripped and even got credit Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it And run from pigs, don't even watch Peppa Real go-getter, geezers know better But geezers [?] Skinner Don't resort to violence, no, never Man just start with violence, go figure Eat man's food before man eat dinner Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor Left that [?] for my nigga 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now