Shook Ones Tripstyle

Walking through witches woods

Yeah I found some green

14 years young

I was selling

I wasn’t shotting

I was

Ripped man off like Aladdin and the 40 thieves

Word got around the boro

Got around the town

My fam found out

I got five weeks on lock down

My boys didn’t hear nuttin

 Didn’t hear a sound

Nah they didn’t hear nuttin nah they didn’t hear a sound

Fake **** I be attacking

Hold tight all the Nn8 youngers

That are spitting and rapping

And the other **** that are shotting and trapping

Us younger just want to bring da cash in

Was a horny little ****

Used to think about the next Gyal

The next Gyal that

I’d be mashing

I’m not playing games

Nah I’m not joking

I shower down

I leave pum pum soaking

Yeah I remember being 16

Dropped my first vid when

I was like 16

Fell in love with the piff

When I was age 16

Dem times dere

I couldn’t even write a 16

But at 17

I started to change

I linked up wid dem man

And we jammed every day

Chilled wid da ****

Yeah we were piffin away

I left education

And then life weren’t the same

I went to shelling school

Yeah I started writing my flames

I was fully trips now

Man forgot my government name

Ketts was the place

Hardly in double n 8

I hardly saw my mum

Always on shit with my mates

Weed was the diet

Yeah I was shedding hella weight

Daddy trips at 17

2 0 1 4 was insane

Some **** turned moist

Some **** turned to snakes

No chilla but FTFB until I hit the grave

Let me tell you how

Trippy lives his life

I bun that green shit

Fuck fuckin with that white

I smoke on potent piff

I’m high all the fuckin time

I’m rapping now

But you know

Triple Darkz is about the grime

I’m merkin beats

Marking them easily

I roll a zoot

Rarely cheesy g

I’m bussin Nike & Adi

Don’t stunt in Louis V

It’s T to the R to the I to the fuckin’ P

Look I’m not falling off music

I’m say I’m greeze

It’s about time that I proved it

Cos I’m lacing up the tracks

Racking up the fans

People getting gassed off my new ish

Look see back in 2 0 1 4

Tasted minor success

But you know I want more

And people need to lowe all the gun talk

Cah what’ll happen when a real leng man creeps up at your front door

Yeah I know you’ll be shook fam

Stop claiming that you’re strapped up

Strapped up like an Afghan

Cos you don’t bust shots

And I know youngers on the block

That ain’t even part of my squad

But they’d wrap man

I’m pushing past elevating above you ****

I do my ting

Grind like a stoned just to see the figures

Man are two faced

But they’ll still say they’re realist

Turn moist turn shallow

For their own stupid reasons

I’m sick of people that ain’t got a backbone

Act like they don’t wanna chat

When I’m absent yeah they chat loads

That’s why I strap lyrics

They can start

Cah I’ll finish

I’ll finish em with the verbally attack flow

I’m a grime kid

But I still rap though

I love rhyming

Yeah It’s like that bro

Born in 96

Guess I’m a man no

Meant man now

Fuck the beat

Fuck it hands down

Wrap a beat

Wrap a beat

Mana set levz

I’ll be flowing on da riddim

While piffin on dat zest

Envisioning words I can spit in a stanza

Ah fuck in a stanza

I meant in a sentence