Ratings

[Chorus]
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L (Lyrical)
And your girl wants the S (Los Angeles)

[Verse 1]
Strally, yeah, they're rating L
When the mandem are creating S
And the work rate ain't complacent
Cuh we got the crew stuck in their head
Some mental cases, nuts men, it's blatant
Starting eleven, fam, I ain't makeshift
Can't holler me for radio
Cuh the guys who hollered said no to the late shift
I was like "back up, I ain't backup"
You can't take me for them paigons
We're them major dons with lasers
We're not illegals, YGG, soon get our papers
'Vest and save 'em like we're Asian
But man wanna see us failing
Man said they're coming to the clash, then bailing
Or man start one, then get weighed in
Weren't in a dungeon, but truss, man got caved in
Had more bars, they thought I would save 'em
Come for a clash, just thought I would blaze 'em
I ain't brazen
We were rolling deep near Old Street station
Now I know they're hurt
Somebody get them an apron, them man are nurses
Pull up your skirt with the skirting
Dem man dere beg for a reload
Why would you say that spitting an eight then?
Ain't gonna back your boy? Get out the way, then
He's from way down the road?
Then I'll send a boy that way, then
He's a fruity lighty like Jaden (wasteman)
And that's why I don't rate him
I do my job like T
Do you do your job? That is not likely
I guess you're just not like me
And that's probably why you do not like me
But hate from you is just standard
Like a big back on a lighty
So don't take a dig, you don't wanna try me
I dead guys when it gets lively
Yep, yep, I'm a Leo, I'm not a Pisces
Don't war on Twitter, I'm not Wiley
Give a shit if you don't like me
Keep it moving like a pikey
Shouldn't say that cuh they live nearby me, but
Everyting cazh, everyting irie
Everyting good, everyting vibezy
I'm murking guys on air like Cyrus
Talking 'bout the virus, no, it's not Miley
Dem man are fruity, I call them lychees
Teefers, remind me of Kylie
Buss dat cap like the old school Tinie
Blick but I'm sick so they call me whitey
From West London, not from [?]
Fuck the small talk, I wanna make it big
Like the jaw on Mikey, you can
Try me but you're not like me
Can't be IL, this is what I be
Tryna copy me? I be like "why's he
Tryna be LS's YG?"
Like, think again, and try breathe
Better take up something like tai chi cuh
It's fly kicks if you try spite me
Bare teef on the track if you try bite me

[Chorus]
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the (Strally)

[Verse 2]
I'm like fine, that's why you can't write me
Cuh I'm nowhere to be seen like Shystie
CCTV can't find me
But I got stopped on road, now
CIDs wanna see ID
About routine check? Bag of lies, G
Tryna stop me at the back of my street
Feds make me kiss the back of my teeth
Cuh they're tryna take the piss slyly
Take me for a kid but I'm not tiny
Like I don't know my left from my right feet
But man know me, I skeet
Man wanna hide from me like [?]
Make man move abroad like he's gonna sightsee
No new pictures on his IG
Sunglasses on in the high street
Only recognise him if you're wifey
But I'll take his wifey
I do blacks, lighties and whities
Bare gyal get the wok like say they're Chinese
Know four tings but three are sidepiece
One good, three average, class 90
They bar but they don't bar like me
They're rated but it ain't highly

[Chorus]
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L
And your girl wants the S
Dem man dere be rating L (Lyrical)
And your girl wants the (Strally)