South London Lyrics

South London - Wiley

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Yo, 24s

Faultsz is on this ting 24s

I'm a big man, but I'm not 24s

Go to the booth, spit some 24s

Then it's back to the road, shot them 20 scores

They called me like, "Faultsz, have you got any draws?"

Violate me, kickin' off any jaws

Come to your yard, kicking off any doors

And I don't care if your house is big

Run up in your yard, don't care how many floors

When I say I'm gonna come with a broom

No, I don't do any chores

Man wanna steal my cool like Kors

Man get clapped like round of applause

Like YouTube, put your life on pause

Like YouTube, put your life on pause

Yes

Clay's all over the ting like frosting

Them man come with the cheese like Hopsin

Then don't climb no ranks, just flop

When we come thru', no game, everyting shelly

Them man there watch too much telly

Don't wanna hear no chat about bad inna dis

When I flame on, dem are not ready

Stand up, on point, don't fear many

Muay Thai bad breed, know that already

Still man walk with death in my backpack

Let a man know he can hold that calm

Let a man know he can hold one quick

Get a swift one, now he ain't breathing correct, see

Man like Clay don't easily fret cah

Might get one in your neckback, yes

What is it? Pricks

I'm at your chest like Jamaican vicks

Rolling with Clayface, that's Batman, Superman shit

Yeah, get out my cape and shit

Don't make man start saving shit

They said grime was dead

But how can it be when I'm on the road like the pavement is?

And I'm evil but not like Satan is

Too many man on the slavery ship

Too many man on a paigon tip

Don't let me get on my Tales of Crypt

Mandem call that the golden grip

I'll compress an MC to a folder ZIP

Man don't care 'bout no blue tick

Man might roll up nice and slick and

If I roll with the ting in my palm

I'll have a big man all reciting psalms

Thought I was gone, but I'm back, wagwan?

I'll still spin a wig on a set and get dark

Swing a man, swing a man, ain't no park

Turn a man spliff, you will get sparked

Still out here with the rambz in the car

But don't think that we ain't got sticks that get barked like

You already know Blessed is a gen

Way back when I was in the class with the pen

Them days I was in the park with a benz

Nowadays, I need a place to park up a Z

Oh yes, when I spit on a riddim, they get left

Who is it? Who is it? Sounds of the Blessed

From 010, man have been surpassing levs

I've been done laps, I deserve my respect

Yeah, you pussy, chat about bro, that's wah?

Go back yard

It won't be dubs, it'll be slugs

Topping up heat with no gas card

Dunno why man'll try, man'll get dark

Get these pussyhole soundboy, me nuh linger

A&E, wanna get your top pick?

Only time that your name's ever in charts

Long

Chat pon a song but rhyme when it's on

Man can't ever try gas what I'm on

Your gyal's pum pum, that's what I'm on

Give a single mum back wap what I'm on

Slap and I'm gone

Fuck grime and everyone in it

I'm with it til man can't gas what I'm on

If you're an MC, blud, you can get it

Forget all the preaching, fuck all the breading

It's a lyrics for lyrics, calm, yeah I said it

Man are big lion, but some MCs are like ferrets

Generic, bait as you like

They ain't gotta be real, they can be fake as you like

Got the venom in my bars like a snake when it bites

If I end up at your girl's, then I'm staying for the night

I'm a stop-out

Put me in the ring, it's a third round knockout

Could been the first, but Eddie said rock out

Gotta give the fans what they want, don't cop out

The work's done when a man drops and I clock out

Put me in a hole, but I got out

Man don't know about being in a shootout

Gotta drive home with the windows shot out

Got bare grime for the fans but it's not out