Gasman

[Intro: Jammer]
Trapstar, Logan
Shouts to Lee, Mikey, originals
Boy Better Know

[Verse 1: Jammer]
It was all a dream, I used to read RWD Magazine
Now I'm getting Ps in Leeds and Aberdeen
Chilling with the team, got green and man are lean
BBK, yeah, that's the family
Hate it cause your wifey's a fan of me
In the house with the wife, chilling with Valerie
Old school dons know me as Jammer P
Now I'm getting Ps, man are paying the salary
Now I'm getting weight, man are watching the calories
From the jungle like Skibba and Shabba D
See me in the Tate, man are up in the gallery
If it ain't about paper, I come up in an allergy
Dem man are fake, I live in reality
Real badboys from East, they back me
From L-Stone right back to Hackney
So when I'm on the roads, pussyholes can't chat me
When I'm in the rave, DJs, they jack me
Man have got bars like Chocolate Factory
Big bag of weed in the back of the taxi
Cuh man smoke weed like Auntie Patsy
In the back of the taxi
Cuh man smoke weed like Auntie Patsy
These pussyholes can't jack me
Me and Fusion, couple girls in the backseat

[Verse 2: Fusion]
Yo, I was in the rave with Frisco and Jammer
Fuck up the dance like MC Hammer
Girls love how I speak, love my grammar
Might link Danielle, Chloe or Hannah
Jacked for your jewels like Juelz Santana
Think you're a badboy in your bandana?
You'll get jacked and slapped with the hammer
You'll get beat and whacked with the hanger
Test this kid? No, I don't think so
Everybody on mic thinking they're cold
Till I buss two bars for your head like whoa
You don't wanna see an MC go home
Nobody cares if you've been jail, bro
Nobody cares if you sell drugs, bro
Nobody cares about your background, bro
So change your bars and switch up the flow
Me on the mic, I'm a G-O-D
Rudeboy, you don't want it with M-E
MCs try me recently
Street Fighter time like D Double E
I'm an east side rider, full time mic-er
See me drive round on the block in a white car
Come from Niger so I know Naira
Never been Hyper but I'm that hyper

[Verse 3: Blakie]
I'm in it to win it, I wanna
Get mine, yes, I'm feeling to kill it
My bars light up just like the holy spirit
So many guys say they're in it to win it, but I'm in it to finish
I go back to the yard, finish my lyrics
25 more bars, feeling to kill it
I've got so many bars that are missing a lyric
So many MCs want a bit of the spirit
You can't get that
Make an MC fly away like a jetpack, you don't get that
Come around here? Then you might get set back
So many shots right into your headback
Yes, I'm the next man, don't test man
Tryna come into the game, don't test man
Same door that I came through, so did ten man, I'm a lengman
I've got 8 balls, I've got ten man
So other MCs, please don't friend man
You wanna bred man? You can't bred man
Ten feet under, that's what I said, man