King of the Underground

[Verse]
It's the king of the underground, bringing that London sound
I keep my hands clean, beef I bring the youngers round
I switched to plan B, the drought kinda deaded my line
Got introduced to the Peruvian, now I'm getting the shine
This is Cream Block, it's more than music
Do your research, we're moving more than units
I got money on my mind, I got youngers running my line
I'll spend a bag up West cause I can afford to do it
But back to the matter at hand
How many yutes you know madder than Sam?
He made the manor all flams
And now the feds are tryna catch all my gang
So they can put us in the back of thе van but we ain't having it
They want me back in jail, I say "Ovеr my dead body"
I won't let the feds flop me
I'll put my foot down, I won't let the feds stop me
I'm on a different level
O's of the peng Bobby, I got the biggest pebbles
This is my testimony
I'm the king of the underground, this my ceremony
But all my niggas are going jail, it's getting lonely
A few real niggas around but the rest are phoney
That's why I cut the grass
And if I spot a snake, Mad Sam will cut him fast
I'm not promoting knives, I'm just quoting my life
I'm on the streets, as you can see on the roads, it ain't nice
I seen my classmate begging for dough to get high
That's why I stay focused
I'm doing this ting in case you ain't noticed
It's business as usual, big bits of the bugle
The fiends love me cause my wraps are bigger than usual
I'm ready for war, the straps are bigger than usual
I'm big in the flats
And I'm the main reason why Islington's packed
I'm killing the tracks, I'm giving them facts
Letting the rest of the world know it's real in the flats
Who's realer than Black?