100 K£YS

[Intro]
Yeah
It's MI
And man are talking like say
Man can't bar
Man ain't the greater
Like man ain't the ghostwriter, man
Blueprints, let's go, yeah

[Verse]
I ain't really one of them guys for the talking
Nah, fuck it, chalk him
Air Force Ones on my feet for the walk-in
Lewisham station, my man caught him
Heard he was talking, talk like talking
Smacked in the face for the smack you're sporting
Karma, yeah, that's important
Heard he was moving nuts like Morgan
Talk to the feds? Now that's extortion
I don't wanna hear that talk 'bout caution
Kill off a yout with a sixteen bars
Now that's what man ah man calls abortion
Next time, have a safety precaution
Samurai sword, shift organs
Straight to the point like a laser
I ain't got time for the likkle man speaking northern
I was on Westwood, '08 times
Letting off nothing but cocaine rhymes
Two-fourteen, I'm still that guy (real)
Why would I front like Y-fronts?
I've got so much money in the bank, it's tied up
Right eye's lazy, never been a problem
[?] why? Cause gyal ah get eyed up
Dun already told dem man, better line up
Dem man are moving slow like dial-up
Lord of the Mics 5, man got fried up (let's go)
Anyway, back to the matter of focus
In this game, there's too many jokers
I'm out the window screaming "fuck you, pay me"
Streets gotta eat like vultures
I do this ting for the youts and loners
Goths and geeks and the yardman stoners
Part of the dream team, Barcelona's
In my element, in my zoners
I'm old school like Wallaby loafers
Nutmeg rush and plastic floaters (old school)
Let's get paid in full like
I said let's get paid in full like
Pablo Escobar and Ashley Walters
Listen up, please
Watch how I spit this flow with ease
Bars, I spit like a hundred bags
Nah, bars I spit like a hundred kis
Tan a man's skin like West Indies
Uncle Doug came home with the ting
So I'm out here chilling with the dogs like fleas
Let's play a game called Air Force Ones
Black and blue, yeah, I've got those ones
Black and red, yeah, I had that early
Ain't gonna lie, yeah, I dashed dem ones
Labels holla at me for the feature
£650, I want money upfront
Two-fifteen, I'm screaming a ton

[Outro]
I want a ton
Nuttin' less than a ton, DD
Oi, it's the king of kings
MI
Ghost-writtens, pre-writtens
All of that smack
Streets gotta eat