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    I don't know why man's callin' me family all of a sudden
    Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum
    Stop telling man you're my cousin
    I got day ones and I got new ones
    No fake ones, trust no one
    It's boy better know 'til I die
    Tryna run up in the bank like bonnie and clyde
    Cause

    Man get money with the gang
    Man get girls with the gang
    Man eat food with the gang
    Man talk slang to the feds
    Can't work out what I just said to a man
    Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is
    Can I get a pic for the gram?
    I was like: Nah, sorry man
    I only socialize with the crew and the gang

    Woah, guess who's back
    Came a long way from sittin' in the flats
    Came a long way from when whites never used to mix with blacks
    Now all my white niggas and my black mates, we got the game on smash
    I used to rate your page on myspace but you never stayed on track
    Upset cause your wife is a fan, she done with a little boy
    Now she wants to be with a man
    Told my accountant: Do me a transfer, cause I wanna buy some land
    You and I have got different plans
    Real mad man, I might go saint anne's
    No triple a pass, no wristbands
    You are not mandem, you are not gang

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    Tracksuit mafia, boy better know
    My ones, my team
    Meridian, bad blocks
    London boys, active boys
    You get me?

    Man get money with the gang
    Man get girls with the gang
    Man eat food with the gang
    Man talk slang to the feds
    Can’t work out what I just said to a man
    Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is
    Can I get a pic for the gram?
    I was like: Nah, sorry man
    I only socialize with the crew and the gang

    They wanna see me drown
    Tryna hold the mandem down
    Cause I shutdown shoreditch car park
    And I got bars like camden town
    Out there tryna survive on the streets
    Tryin' not to get killed by the police
    And I be schoolin' mc's
    Nobody leaves 'til half-past-three
    This year I'mma teach them a lesson
    Tell grace don't reply to those emails
    Nah, I don't wanna do no sessions
    It's like them man have got an obsession with my style of expression
    But in public, never hear my name mentioned
    Catch them at the nightclub entrance
    Always seekin' attention
    But I be inside, tryna get burst
    Lookin' all cool like herc
    Dressed like I just come from P.E.
    You're dressed like you just come from church
    Better do your research
    You don't wanna hear my verse come after your verse
    Mcs act brand new cause they got a little money in their purse
    So you had a good solo career?
    Had a few big songs over the years?
    Back then you was a real top boy
    But right now fam, nobody cares
    Walked in the club, everybody's like
    Who is he? Why is he walkin' around with security?
    You know the postcode when you're talkin' road
    Better know that I speak that fluently

    I don't know why man's callin' me family all of a sudden
    Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum
    Stop telling man you're my cousin
    I got day ones and I got new ones
    No fake ones, trust no one
    It's boy better know 'til I die
    Tryna run up in the bank like bonnie and clyde
    Cause

    Man get money with the gang
    Man get girls with the gang
    Man eat food with the gang
    Man talk slang to the feds
    Can’t work out what I just said to a man
    Told me you was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is
    Can I get a pic for the gram?
    I was like: Nah, sorry man
    I only socialize with the crew and the gang

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