"The Grid"

Watch don't tock, but it ain't stopped

Watch the wheels when I stop they ain't stock

Just opened the shop ain't nuttin' in stock

Yeah I got White flakes in my snot

Olders on the block told me not to shot

Use to rock the Avi and Rock the Schott

Use to all rush in and rob the shop

Top of the Pops or Dr. Fox

Bugle I got a marching band

I'm marching with too much in my hand

Marching powder from April to March

Getting them out the departure lounge

Move it around like pass the parcel

Masterclass

Doing Charles off a Brasses arse

More blow than a brass band

I'm blasting

Mask on like you got SARS, soz

Don't ask me the price on a Oz

Yeah that's bate, what ain't you seen Oz?

Yeah they lockin' man up Just coz

Lockin' man up or lickin' man down

It's double figures for niggas now

Yeah they losing the key for these locks

Niggas comin' out wit locks

Niggas comin' out in a box

We ain't jus any Joe Bloggs

23 Gods my whole team sick

Niggas coming out in pox

We be going out in the drops

Sport Plus when I'm dipping out from the cops

Yeah we do this shit lots

Toxic fumes they fill up my lung

I'm becoming too old to die young

Still content with going unsung

Unlike some

We overcome so much that it's too hard not to look back

I used to drive round this piece of crap

Came back, back to our stack like

"Yeah I'll have that does it come in black?"

If not minor, I'll wrap it in matte

Cash, I don't check no equifax

Niggas don't own nothing, check the facts

Little slag could not afford the tax

So much gas out here in these streets

She going broke just from the upkeep

A million views, thousands of tweets

But you still flying out on deets

Still in that rental, still in that lease

Sick whip, six litres at least

666, that's the mark of the beast

Eating a feast cos my fee has increased

Shovelling snow, I'm skiing off piste

Mad dishevelled, my clothes all creased

Amateur dealers out getting fleeced

And their making deals with the police

They ain't on crud, ain't really on grease

But they just sound so sick on these beats

Youngers feeling that need to repeat

GB scene full of GM beef

Driving in east, dead cows on my seats

Ting off of TV to keep it discreet

Hilton suite, high off of sweet

Little sort, yeah I put her to sleep