Flying Start

Yeah-yeah
Check me out
(Yeah)

I was off to a flying start when I came in
Young and ready that was fit for the field
Pass the ball I'm shooting to score
I made my name in Brum town
But still they slept on me, but I allowed it G
Now it's cool, I'm back to wake up the scene

They like Chopcino where you been
I've been up from early
Heard the birds chirpin
Hand to hand been curb serving
Block to block, need pound sterling
Round the clock none stop earning
They threw rocks but man firmed it
Spin man off da dome, don't need rehearsing
Check my sound top tier service
Cop my disk, you won't ever make a better purchase

And it's mad cah I've been feeling rusty
True, I ain't wrote no bars for a minute
This time 100 percent I'ma give it
These lyrics are just stories of how I'm living
Got a way with words and I always merk in the booth
That's why it's nothin to get the women
Didn't announce it
But a few years back
I was almost winning I mean really winning
Them labels were knockin on the door
That's when I knew it was surreal
But that shit fell through, but the table had deals on it
That's when I knew it was real
But inside my yard was really getting real
See da cancer was eating up my mom
It was hurting me seeing you hurt like
How you gonna look after your young son
You see in the end you know when nothing worked out
But that saying's true because life goes on
Fucked me up ain't been the same since
No drive I was stuck on the bridge
Threw me off had to restart the ting
Now I'm back cuz all da power I hold within
You ain't gotta be Albert Einstein to know that
Manna the best in this ting

Shout aclass whipped up the beat we go way back
Dem man der spit we don't rate that
No we ain't playing no wasteman
No direction some stray cats
Made a plan stuck to the paper
Now I'm tryna get paid cash
Talk hard on tracks but it's straight gas
Cuz we see through dem like Ray bands
(Skeeet skeeet)

Manna know my ting (yeah)
Bar for bar man swing five figures or less that's a deal
I'm not signing
Six figures or more
You can't tell me nothing cuz I've seen it before
Man I'm focused now man I know my worth
Gotta destroy anytime man search
You damn right I write rhymes that burn
Gettin money you're not my concern
Fuck local I'm taking it global
Once I drop I don't wanna hear no talk
Soon whippin in a droptop merc and it's quite evident I've been sick from birth
Fam you can hear the pain in my vocal
I'm tryna leave with a hundred total
And that's a hundred Ms
When I spit know my shit's worth a hundred gems
It's clear that I'm not one of them
Ya broke and ya partying every weekend
Last cash in ya pocket you spend
Manna trapped in the cycle the shit will never end
We can all get our hands on a skeng
But who's really ready to pull all out and extend and press it

2010 I was the kid tryna get my foot in I was all expressive
Now ten years plus still on the same mission
C'mon you must get the message (yeah)
Feel in love with the gwop cah manna need prof
I ain't got time for the stressin' (no)
I ain't gonna stop till I'm all milled off
It's important that I stress it
Lyrical warfare no I don't play fair
Line up a bwoy n queff him
Send ya bredrin
Come against me that's a death wish

Soon see my name in bright lights lightning up all of the venues
It's not about the outside it's what's in you
So I had to press start to continue