One
Ayye Trapstar Jase
Fling on the microphone real quick
They got me done fucked up
Alright, lets rap
No introduction needed
Yeah
I'm in love with the smoke, I'm in love with the fumes
The amount of red bull I consume
If I'm in the studio, I'm tryna pattern a new tune
From the east end, Yeah I'm really that goon
Straight from the gutter, never been fed with a silver spoon
Take in the words before you speak too soon
If the car go vroom
And the strally goes boom
That's the knock on effect that you hear in the room
I was that hunger caterpillar turnt to butterfly in my cocoon
If I'm burying rappers, I gotta leave them in a tomb
And my mother raised an OG straight from her womb
That's as real as it gets
If your doubting me don't place your bets
Talk is cheap, you can keep your threats
I've earned my stripes, burnt these mics
I ain't paying my debts
Old school like vinyl's and cassettes
I'm tryna see long dough like baguettes
Got couple gees moving green I ain't taking courgettes
If the bag ain't right, I ain't doing the set
Like I'm so London like Waterloo
I've been taking the piss like a porter loo
Oh you wanna feature?
I'll just hit you up saying bruh I've been meaning too
And probably never get back to you
That's the harsh reality speaking
For years I've been facing my demons
But it is what it is
I'm just minding my biz
I'm just telling you how it is
I'm tryna do it bigger than big
From 2010 I've been that sweet grime kid
One
Fling on the microphone real quick
They got me done fucked up
Alright, lets rap
No introduction needed
Yeah
I'm in love with the smoke, I'm in love with the fumes
The amount of red bull I consume
If I'm in the studio, I'm tryna pattern a new tune
From the east end, Yeah I'm really that goon
Straight from the gutter, never been fed with a silver spoon
Take in the words before you speak too soon
If the car go vroom
And the strally goes boom
That's the knock on effect that you hear in the room
I was that hunger caterpillar turnt to butterfly in my cocoon
If I'm burying rappers, I gotta leave them in a tomb
And my mother raised an OG straight from her womb
That's as real as it gets
If your doubting me don't place your bets
Talk is cheap, you can keep your threats
I've earned my stripes, burnt these mics
I ain't paying my debts
Old school like vinyl's and cassettes
I'm tryna see long dough like baguettes
Got couple gees moving green I ain't taking courgettes
If the bag ain't right, I ain't doing the set
Like I'm so London like Waterloo
I've been taking the piss like a porter loo
Oh you wanna feature?
I'll just hit you up saying bruh I've been meaning too
And probably never get back to you
That's the harsh reality speaking
For years I've been facing my demons
But it is what it is
I'm just minding my biz
I'm just telling you how it is
I'm tryna do it bigger than big
From 2010 I've been that sweet grime kid
One
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Writer(s): Raihan Meah
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