Inna London

Skepta, Killa Ki

Boom Productions This that inna London gangster shit Pecknarm up the top now Yeah we're making hit's (Come on) The links been here for years But now we're patterning (yeah) Long overdue but, yeah cuz, it's happening I was up in Tottenham in '08 Up in the yardie dance, strap I'm a known face (Fact) But they show me love i felt at home mate Yardie ting whining up on me Felt my trey-eight (Ugh) And I ain't running joke (Nah) The amount of man that diss The ting got smoke (Agh) Sittin' in the dark, just me and my pole I'm laughing, 'cuz I can see my opps go Told you before you better be scared Click-klack boom, 'cause your brains Better trip out 'cause here comes the feds Better got badders in bed Yes, money, drugs, murder, and sex Fresh to death, I do facts the best So it's only right that I link up with Skep We two artists that know how to flex Black Gang original more time we rev Middle are beefing, yellow on ends Spectators think I'm mad in my head I'm fine, I was just laughing at death What'd you know about laughing at A last mans breath Then acting shocked when you Hear of his death? Up in school in the red avex Trap line rings then I fly in the fence Flowing like the river, it's Killa Ain't any rapper realer Dropped my first album out a deal, I'm jigga (Hm-m) Who said I ain't got flows? They're a fibber Don't push Skeppy 'cause he's Close to the edge turn a nigga dolphin You get a hole in your head (Splash) You never fell asleep with the Smoke in the bed (Nah) When you see me in the street You better show some respect (Skep') Yeah I could bill a line or I could bill a new song I'm from the Yellow Brick block pussy Where are you from? (Huh) Pocket full of pebbles Tryna get the food gone I was tryna make a milli It was taking too long Had to switch it up, still go to the stu' With the flicky tucked Spittin' facts, I keep it 100 Always been a buck he said he's on me Still I'm outside, I don't give a fuck He's a liar Treat him like a flier when I stick him up (Stick him) Man had a trey-eight, man had a neener I was in the dance with a whole lot of heat It's a new day, manna tryna make dough And I only answer the phone for the fiend Please don't talk about KK mode That's something man don't want to see I pay the big costs to be the boss That's big facts and I Could show the receipts If I pull up with Ki in the rave Gyal drop dead when they See the suicide doors that's Harley shirts Louis V pieces that're never going in store (Ice) call me international S Every two months, manna going on tour I just mash up the stage and leave That's an encore and a round of applause hmm True stories standing ovation The Farda, Big Smoke london city shit Greaze fumez The Engineer

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