Fuji (feat. Kojey Radical)

New directions, new vibrations

Shirt & tie, no blazer in court 'cause I only wear suits on special occasions

Need it all but I’m too impatient

Took an L and I'm raging

Driving ban, so I'm sitting at station

Then I went and got bro from station

Getting on a bus like a man’s not famous

Dad always said, "Mind how you step"

Don’t get caught in dumb places

Where the only option is life or death

'Cause I know that you'll fight to the death, son

But don’t you have to

Too many souls ties will you all up in knots like bantu

I reap what I sow but a man grew

You don’t know all of the things that I ran through

You don’t know all of the people I brang through

You don't know half of the things that we can do

I don't why these old school man come back and act brand new

You don’t the reason why I’m off the main road and on the back route

You don’t know the guy that I’m tryna get back to

I've had my peace, I need it back

we’ve done our work we need our bags

If you can’t cook don’t eat with man

Will leave man spun like ceiling fans

I’m black and strong that’s who I am

For my people thats on brand

Know your role and know your plan

I've done my time ain't holding back

(For now, mi just have fun with this)

(For now, just have fun with this)

Stepped in clean, different entrance

But the difference is, I did it on my own I don’t need acceptance

There's too many man in the game already no time for a begfriend or yes men

See snakes in the grass already just careful and mind where you step deh

Crabs in the bucket but they're looking for the ladder

Drag a man down if you see him with his hand up

Badman still got manners in the manor

Bow for an aunty and smile for the camera

P's and Q's can't trip won't slip

Judgement day might come with a hammer

Different kinda sentencing if you did the crime don’t mention it

Silent, stop all the flexing shit

Still got opps that I can't forgive

Backroad main road it is what is

Check mumzy then back to the sticks

I’m a simple man not a simpleton

They deal with me, I don't with them

Don’t trust a man that says trust me too much

Real ones know how to deal with them

Babylon fire extinguishing

Put 'em out, don't help, don't heal, don't serve, chuck 'em out

Try call my phone tell em that I’m not about the foolishness

Minding mine I got new business, solo one I got no witness

Bolo one on a fitness ting, got the weight of the world on my shoulders ting

2 more reps them im done with this

Bish (Bish), bash (Bash), bosh (Bosh)

It’s for the culture,

Okay!

You know my ting on a Marcus Garvey one,

I don't give a fuck who likes man nowadays mate, as long as my family does

I've been on the maddest grind I am set for life

I've been getting my money up

I sat on the sidelines for a hundred and ninety months,

Listening to all these lying cunts

Thousands of rappers are killers

(How?) Somebody's lying bruv

The murder rate ain't high enough

I'm tired of all of these diet thugs

About man's selling and buying drugs

Shooting cheffin' and flying cunch

Ah, like a man that’s going bald in the corners

It's just not lining up

I got the Midas touch, my sides are rough

Another one bites the dust, like Freddie sang it

Many slashings, Freddy level

Mercury's in retrograde

Heavy metal screams, every several days

Any level, stage, any devil, sage

Life threw lemons at me, I made lemon cake

Then I washed it all down with lemonade

The record labels gave me nothing

But my attitude was fuck 'em

I'm from Kensal, on my Denzel, I'm from round the way I'm leaving here with something

Spoke to loads of A&R's

Most of them were chatting rubbish

Cos they would rather constitute and contribute to our community's destruction

So it's 80/20 on the split did it indie had to put up couple hundred

Never take a big advance then recoup it fast, payments come in monthly

Ask PIAS if I done it, ask the people that I brung in

Ask my accountant how much dough I've had to pay to HM Revenues and Customs

Let's cut the crap I cut the mustard

I do the track, approve the budget

They gave me album of the year

Now album of the decade I'm in that discussion

And listen I ain't talking Hip Hop

I ain't talking grime

I'm talking all the genres

Listen, I ain't talking Europe or Americas

I'm talking all the continents

It's a madness when you check it

My ends on badness every section

Big nanks and handguns as the weapons

I've seen the baddest man get ended

If the devil had his way you would never ever hear me rap this sentence

Cos when it reaches Boiling Point

All it takes is one shot in your Adolescence

Bap!