Letter To The Grime Scene

[Intro]
Oi listen man (SBK)
Blud, I'm so tired of this conversation
You get me? Man's come up through the scene (And I ain't got no record deal)
I come from the top man but (It's not a sell out ting)
Listen, I ain't got nothing to [?] (I have no record deal man)
No one can chat to me about grime blud (This is my choice, this is my choice)
I am the original grime kid
I come from the council houses
So don't talk to me like that because
Eediat blud
Ayy, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
I don't know why but I feel like I gotta say suttin'
Man are talking (Ayy), I can't sit here and say nuttin'
Real talk (Yo), I don't wanna make grime anymore (Ayy)
It's not because (Brap) of the music (Brap) or because it's not buzzin' (What?)
I seen no change in the scene now (Yeah) that I come out since I come in (Yo)
I been way too busy just comin'
Man are online (Yeah) and they think they are buzzin' (Yo)
We all know I'm just a small town boy that moved to the city, but I still flew past them
Everyone's living in past tense
Everyone's talking about bars then
No story (Yo), no insight (Yo)
I ain't really been the type to fight
Used to love (Fact), to pass the mic (Yo)
Now that I got bigger, man it's hard to write
Because the scene is toxic
If a new MC gets big, no olders really wanna watch it (Why?)
I'm not talking about Wiley or Jme
They always told me "I got this"
But I got to change, I made money off grime, man I got to change (Ayy, ayy)
Used to think grime was magical blud, now I can't feel like Doctor Strange
I think I just grew up (Yeah), I didn't wanna screw up
I ain't in a crew, I ain't gotta hold a crew up
And my music's changing too but think fast
I can still think two-up (What? Ayy)
Grime's about being the best MC, I don't wanna be the best
I just wanna be me (Whoa, whoa, yeah)
I just wanna bust one melody (Yeah), add one bass and spit to the beat (Whoa, yeah)
I just want a vibing speaker, get some decks, spit bars in the street

[Interlude]
I just want a vibing speaker, get some decks, spit bars in the street
I just want a vibing speaker, get some decks, spit bars in the street
I just want a vibing speaker, get some decks, spit bars in the street (Blud)

[Verse 2]
I feel like I have to leave
Grime can't die, but I still gotta grieve
'Cause everyone who ain't blown up, don't want anyone else to achieve
You made me feel like shit man
You trick and deceive
The fact that I'm writing this letter? Couple years back fam, I wouldn't believe
You niggas are too die hard
I feed my family through my bars
I don't even dress like these bruddas, a tracksuit ain't really my typa garms
I been wanting to kill myself, thoughts of suicide and self-harm
'Cause I feel like it's lost its charm
Won't see me outside, I won't say wagwan
I'm gonna get what I'm deserving
I'm just gonna do me and that's perfect
My bruddas dem ah still get verses
And MC's can still get hearses
I just ain't gonna be about like that
Unless bruddas dem ah open their purses
Bad energy push me away
I can see the jealousy, fam their hurting