Spartan (feat. Harlem)

Harlem Spartans, Kennington Sergeants

Step to your block, I'm marching

Harlem Spartans, Kennington Sergeants

Step to your block, I'm marching

Got me feeling Misch Porter

True say I might step with Harlem

I'm a hundred with gang

And by myself I'm spartan

Them man there doing up bench

'Cause they ain't aiming on target

I don't know, I don't know about tactics

But I'm up front like Marcus (Rashford)

Trying to get a big man drowned

Why little bro rolls we splash

Or ten toes with this smoke

Dash corn then I dash

Ring, ring, trap, trap

Make a show 'bout Misch and Mash

Like how you doing road

When you ain't seen no, seen no cash

Nah, man two pedal bike, that's four man go and five man stay

No mask, just throw me a shirt

Cut that up, I can't catch no case

In the whip, just crash him

For the p's man mashing

That's him not splashing

Got teeth throw damage

That's corn in cobs

Or teeth in gums

Make p's in slums

Phone beating drums

Get hoes and clothes

And anything else that's underneath can get it

I got dirty notes

I link dirty guys in a dirty track

No time for a bath

Man sleep and trap, I need this cash

Life is a bitch in this world that we in

But I still have to fight for my soul

Finesse and stack or invest in a trapper

Book that flight and go O

I do white like Family Guy

And I do up the dark like Cleveland Show

In Harlem chilling with bro

Get the drop on the opps so we hit that show

Skr, skr my drivers a pro

We get-get-get to the show,

Driver stop, step out, relegate man like Hull

I fear no man but Allah

Come on, step in the whip, let's go

Smoke, smoke off get smoked

Why scream gang, get bored on your own

Misch mash, see the stack come larger

Sparta, sparta, sparta

Step to the Kennington bop like wagwan

On your block bare laughter

Laugh at the opps that think they're the harder

Come-come round like karma

Fuck all the opps man they ain't on narda

B-B-Bake on the K with Bis, Bellz, Jumz, Blancs, Zeeks

Step on the field with the miss once, splash, dash, skeet

See the trap with the cats and pebbles

Any beef with the K get settled

Miz with the metal he's devil

We clean up the block like dettol

We clean up the block like dettol

Peng gyal wanna trap me

L-L-Like I'm trapping, I'm trapping, I'm trapping

No time, like how could I fancy

Big-big shank on my waist called Nancy

I'm moving like Jumz and Bassy

Oso so trappy all week

Same tracksuit my skins all cranky

Same tracksuit my skins all scratchy

Manna talk nuff

None of them boy dem bad

You don't wanna ride

Why you on the block

Send a boy home like tag

See us on your block

Two shanks up

About 10 man dey dash

Them man, them man ain't on piss

Them man ain't on trash

Them-them man ain't on trash

Blancs, Blancs

Wrench man down with the tools like Rachet and Clank

(Do it do it)

Proper GM no meds

Proper get cash

On my, on my 10 toes, two feet up doing up camp

Bis-bis-bis got the kits all robbed

Same old, same old dishing up dust

Telling me shit no fuss

S.A. that's shanks and guts

Got Gretchen, Vince and pass

No shanks, might fist someone

Got things that kits and pumps

Harlem do all of that stuff

Draw for the sword like Vegeta's trunk

Shit, that gyal there cute

Told her I'm Harlem loose

Telling me loads, give her to Blancs

Now she said the Spartans rude

Dip 3 opps in a week

Splash, still got my goggles on too

Swimming, swimming. uh-uh

Wet man down for the crew

SA or Mac, speed and attack

I'm probably with GG too

Bis that's my blood, but every time we ride

His brothers always stopping man's move

Try-try wet him 6, try wet him 6

But I think 4 went through

Hoes on man, leave me alone

I ain't tryna make that move

How much times has a man pulled up no reload

At feds, 16 in the drum I ain't worried about a reload

I'd corn them man, but I'm scared

Are they gonna stick to the G Code

Done it on a Friday like Debo

They think I'm in Harlem, I trap like Misch

But I come through crashing like Reeko

I splash man live on the corner

I don't need goggles or speedos

Red-red-redrum when I just did a reload

So much brown you would think it was Nino

M10 spitting all rapid it sounds like Migos

Trap-trap, finesse for the cash all the year

Like I'm pitch and me bro

I grind hard till the G's home