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(Sidious)

I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped

I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed

Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback

Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that

Ragging out a statement, I'm a winner, call it dingerland

I'm sick of little pussies, they be gassing in their diggerland

I've got to chop it and crop it, I got a bigger plan

I don't wanna catch a case, I've got to blend it in a tipper van

I rep Bradford, slums where I come from

Scraping on a regular, can never get a punch wrong

Not the type of place for love songs

We're getting battered with a truncheon, f*ck a piggy bastard

Cushty living like we're Rashford, we're never actors

Where I come from, it's full of f*****g gangsters

Grab a cali pack for afters

They say they're for the people, but the government are bastards

When the f*ck have they once asked us

If we wanna have a say in these disasters?

Yeah (haha), 'cause we be getting laughed on

Take from the poor for the rich, no mask on

They be in the slammer for the rammer that they rammed with

They be ringing man up with the Vodafone they crammed in

The pussios are acting, never been on grafting

They be on the p***y man, I swear to God they shafting

I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped

I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed

Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback

Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that

I got 'em gassing when they see me in a nightclub

Trying not to drink, 'cause if I do, I f*ck it right up

And drop a p***y with a right hook

I'm behind the decks, I'm getting suckies and a right f*ck

Hits 1:00 a.m., I've gotta tell 'em that their time's up

I be on the decks, pass the mic, watch it light up

Drive dingers for a laugh, might catch me on Crime Watch

In the sickest jewels, Balmain, and a right watch

Living in the fast lane, making money fast ways

Know a couple brothers that are stuck up in a mad cage

Makin' money mad ways, good days, bad days

Could change, can't change, got to stack a fat wage

Picking up the phone on a daily, because it pays me

Cowie got feds trying to chase me

Gyalies that rate me, pussies that hate me

I just wanna make P's on a daily

And I'm stacking, attacking, I'm never slacking, grab a cali pack

What's with all the beef? I'll come and see if I'll apologize

I've got 'em swingin' on a tree like an Orangutan

Pass over the mic, I'll show you how I make a riddim bang

I make a movement, wanna make my guap

I'll make a cake with notes and put a cherry on the top

And you know I boss it every time the track drops

And if they're coming round to mine, I'm putting rubbers on my (ah)

I'm in a dinger, and it's remapped, racing got 'em re-laped

I just seen a beemer, and they're trying to get me T-packed

Chopper, can you see that? I want a little feedback

Even though I love adrenaline, I don't wanna repeat that

When I'm ragging out a statement, I'm a winner, call it dingerland

I'm sick of little pussies, they be gassing in their diggerland

I've got to chop it and crop it, I got a bigger plan

Don't want to catch a case, I've got to blend it in a tipper van

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