Building Shrines

Ayy you know what
Neither of you lot can talk to me
I'm not talking to you
That's it done
F grime I'm a pop star
F all them mans
Yeah yeah
I hope you're happily ever after bruv
Trust me

Too much effort to meet me in the middle
That's why they all get left behind
Too much stress see how they start to fiddle
They don't know to wait in line
Don't know crime won't let them shine
Following trends
Ain't got no back bone
Got no spine
Living in shadow
Building shrines

Bill up the hot-ling
Quicker like airline
We on frontline
Fi a fi get air time
Yeah it's show time
Follow no guidelines
Sip on no moonshine
Talking to sparse
Us man already seen them bars
Chained to the dogs
Just like reservoir
Yeah you know
All the mans repertoire
Put down the skens
And we shoot for the stars
Oh you bad blood
Talking to me
Are you dumb fam
We mash up the beat
Not a like them
All that talk till you come last
Out of your league
It's not like math fam
140 On the beat
Like brah brah
Knock you off your feet
Like who huh
And right after me it's reload ting
So sit down
Sit down

First show we did out in Boston
What did they say
Reel up that reel up that
First show we did out in Cali
What did they say
Reel up that

Too much effort to meet me in the middle
That's why they all get left behind
Too much stress see how they start to fiddle
They don't know to wait in line
Don't know crime won't let them shine
Following trends
Ain't got no back bone
Got no spine
Living in shadow
Building shrines

Wet neaky fake goons
Spend no times on these little fools
Get offline if you wanna spoon
Don't need no tools if it get physical
Do them things on your own by yourself
Over there still
Mind on the money
Won't till I'm there still
Trynna get brave for all the gally
Till you get slapped up quick in that bally
Give me space give me room no ally
Walking pass out here with your batty
Don't try diss man say sorry
No Mi Tai kick to the face don't worry
Run your whole block down
With a 12 tonne lorry
What do you know bout SN1 and 2
Stealing from the youth boo you
Culture vulture ain't no member
You do it for profit
Not the pleasure
Might be a purist
Or secular
You know the party
Can't belabour
Down to the point
You don't remember
Cold nights in the chamber you weren't there
Would risk it for a biscuit
Only reason they elicit
I told them leave it they won't listen
Right now road talk looking simplistic
Showed them recipe and they missed it
Gave them the receipt and they ripped it
Mind on fit pics and that next chick
Treasuring trinkets and statistics
Right now you gotta face them facts that
You're coming up too short
On them digits

First show we did out in Boston
What did they say
Reel up that reel up that
First show we did out in Cali
What did they say
Reel up that

Too much effort to meet me in the middle
That's why they all get left behind
Too much stress see how they start to fiddle
They don't know to wait in line
Don't know crime won't let them shine
Following trends
Ain't got no back bone
Ain't got no spine
Living in shadow
Building shrines

Bruv
Copy us and try to go forward
You can not beat me at my own game
This is my game



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Writer(s): Djibril Cisse
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