The Hardest

[Verse]
The hardest in the game is me
Disagree then say what you gotta say to me
I'm on top of my game, I'll show you how to get from A to B
And how to get to a kilo from an eighth of each
Hit the block and get paid
I pay just a little one and fifteen for the brick
Hit the motorway and threw some B on that strip
Dark tints and some nineteens on the whip
No hard ash, nice weed in the spliff
And I'm the best rapper in North
Come see me if you want cause I'm backing my talks
Take my advice cuz, roll with your strap when you walk
Ain't nuttin nice cuz, you can get clapped for your thoughts
I'm on the grind cuz, tryna make a mill outta nuttin
Food or music, I'ma make a mill outta suttin
It's drought season cuz, I had to fuck the soldier off
I rolled up my sleeve then brushed my shoulders off
These pricks think they're hard but I know they're soft
The street life's got me investing in pistols
If it's beef, please believe I'm addressing the issue
And if I roll up and spark, I'ma definitely hit you
Top three UK rappers, yeah it's official
Who's better than me, you crazy?
Maleek, Mike GLC, maybe
I spit it for the streets, it's the streets that made me
They hear the new Joe Black, the streets go crazy
He's on a mad one again, he's so shady
I'm too much like track three, Return of The King
Step in the booth with me, third degree burns to your skin
I'm going hard cuz, watch how I murder this ting
I'm sending multiple tracks to the morgue, I keep killing them
Yeah I'm on the grind, cunch lines I keep billing them
Your favourite rapper, I'm twice as real as them
And I'm on the roads cuz, of course I grind
I also made it well known that North is mine
I'm Barack Obama of Islington, I'm the president
They love me in the flats from Bizzy Block to Benetton
They love my tracks down in Shank Town, what's good Edmonton?
East man love me too, they know who I'm realer than
And they even like me in cunch
From Bristol to Birmingham, I got a nice little buzz
I still gotta go and link fiends, supply 'em the grub
I move CD's but that ain't supplying enough for my pocket
I'd rather flip a two and a Q, double my profit
I got a Master's degree in hustlenomics
The food that I got, your customers want it
Cause the food that you got make your customers vomit
I got the pure shit, connect speaks no English like a tourist
I stay on my North shit