Still

Hello

Planet Earth

All this time

I've known

Yeah, Skepta

Now I have to wait

You have to wait for them so that they can wait for me

MSN and JME, yeah

They're like, what's good G

Same shit, broski, man, I'm still hustlin'

I switched up the pack, cleaned up the cash

But the trap still jumpin'

Sold white on a pushbike in my brand new jeans

So I had the right leg tucked in

Phone line rang so much

That the ringtone started to sound disgusting

Young boy in the kitchen with the powder

And I weren't making dumpling

Stepped in the night show

See all the ladies start re-adjusting

Hat down low with the shades on

Looking like definitely up to something

Please don't step on my SK's

'Cause I ain't down for scuffing

I look at the game from a bird's eye view

That's why I see everything properly

Top boy for too many years and still nobody can top me

It's me they're all tryna sound like

It's my gang they're all tryna copy but I never complain

'Cause I got more where that came from

I got the whole game on me

Yeah, that's what you get when you're chosen

Better protect your shit or your shit gets stolen

You're covered in ice

You gotta pay the price for your wrist to be frozen

Still, I'm outside, all of my chains on, out in the open

No security, you know the slogan

Who am I scared of, I am the omen, Greaze

Icy

Still reflectin'

Skepta production

Yeah, Vivienne Westwood suit

Lash got the drinks in the booth

Dex is billing them zoots

This ain't a video shoot

Tangerine, lemon, and strawberry

Dun' know I was bringing them fruits

Asked the neighbors about BBK

Swear down they're sick of them youts

We win awards, come home and Attack the Block

John Boyega when I'm acting up

Fuck lower cases, I start capping up

'Till the big bad ting start backing up

Got a Spanish ting and she's over sexy

That's why the jokers wanna bo' select me

But they cannot draw me out

Got the shades on, the lights don't affect me

No watch on my wrist, still Big Timin'

Feds tryna find the whip I'm in

Pedal to the metal, this shit's flying

Power steering, I'm slip sliding

Can't see me, I stay too low-key

No, we don't do that dick riding

I'm in my own lane, just me

Yeah, that's why the plaques in the crib shining

But forget all the numbers, we the top boys

Even your girl knows, it's blatant

And that's how it's gonna be for a while

You **** better have some patience

No, we ain't on the same platform

No, I'm at a different station

Can't see my face like Jason

Happy Halloween, you pagans