Shut Up

Man try say he's better than me
Tell my man shut up (Shut up)
Mention my name in your tweets
Oi rudeboy, shut up (Shut up)
Better than me?
Shut up (Shut up)
Best in the scene
Tell my man, yo, yo

Couple man call me a backup dancer
On stage at the Brits, I'm a backup dancer

That makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids (Backup dancer)
The man in your pics (Backup dancer)
Man will not chat about a backup dancer
Big man like me with a beard
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I
Army comes everywhere I go

I can't run when my enemies show

Walk in the club with all of my tugs

Party's done, everybody go home

Apart from the girl-dem, you lot stay
Walk in the club, all the girls say hey
Tell a man like I'm K to the A
There's no champagne, we don't rave
Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky

I got a mob like A$AP Rocky
I set trends, them man copy
They catch feelings, I catch bodies
They roll deep, I roll squaddy
Got about twenty-five goons in my posse
They drink Baileys, I drink Vossy

I get murky, they get worried
If you got a G-A-T, bring it out
Most of the real bad boys live in South
If you wanna do me something, I'm about
I'm not a gangster, I'm just about
But you see my man over there with a pouch?
Dare one of you man try get loud
All of my mandem move so foul
I might sin, but I ain't sold out
Nowadays all of my shows sold out

Headline tour, yeah, blud, sold out
When we roll in, they roll out
I'm so London, I'm so South
Food in the ends like there ain't no drought

Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth
I wanna make my mum so proud
Like, "Yo, mum, book a flight, go now"
All of my ex-girls stalking me hard
Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm
Had four bills and I bought me a car
Little red whip that I bought for my marge
I straight murk, it's a walk in the park

I take care when I water my plants
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics
(You ain't even lord of your yard)
Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone
Me and your girl, we speak on the phone

Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne
I was out hungry, so damn hungry
Man try eat, then leave me the bones
Now these niggas, they need me to grow
Hot chocolate and a panini to go
I'm a big man, fuck postcode war
Man weren't upset about the MOBO awards

Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO awards
(Why? 'Cause I ain't won a MOBO before) Duh
All of you MCs sound so bitter

Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter
Shoutout DP, shoutout Flipper
Best my age, yeah, blud, look
If you don't rate me, shame on you
If you don't rate me, shame on you
Couldn't order a deathbed for a MC
He wants beef, let me make that two
Anyone else wanna make that move?
Anyone else wanna pay their dues?
Imposters wanna take my tunes

Stiff chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth

Check it, don't even talk too much, you're a talker
Them man still go halves on a quarter
Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of water
Tell the bouncer, "Get the bottles in order"
Man in the kitchen putting in orders

Stiff chocolate, skin clear like water
Smooth on his ting, start locking up daughters