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Give me any beat, I keep shelling 'em Know they wanna ban me like Bellingham I was locked up, I kept telling 'em "When they let me out, I want everything" I got a big bird, that's a pelican In a jail cell, fuck wrestling Pulled my razor out, there was ten of them Tried to rob my clothes so I terrored him Call me Scooby-Doo 'cause I'm meddling I just rid a stretch like I'm peddling I've got trauma with me like a veteran Thеy just let me out, I'm just settling KTM, I lovе adrenaline I'm from Liverpool, it's not Everton Where they push bullets through your skeleton That's the nine milli or the Remington You get tranquillised like ketamine White rapper and it's evident Fire in the Booth, that's your evidence Fuck them, they're irrelevant And they only gossip 'cause they're feminine Not built to last like experiments Glizzy with me, it's American And I'm calling shots like the president Know they wanna kill me like Donald Trump I keep extra shells when I've got the pump Had him running like Forrest Gump They put money on him and I got it done When I went to jail, I kept getting spun Used to book a visit but they'd never come Took a loss but they never won In a jail cell, couldn't see the sun Locked down, I couldn't see my mum For them firearms, you ever seen a gun? I was on remand in my Jackie Chan's They had me stuck in there like traffic jams Get gassed when a package lands Daydreaming, got massive plans Do it for the days I never had a grand Scouse slang, that's a bag of sand Now it's Selfridges, not Matalan I'm still paranoid, tryna batter fans Fam, that jail beef had me slashing man Coulda got a rec so I'm glad it jammed Doing road like Transit vans They caught him slipping, he was at his nan's Liverpool, it's not Kazakhstan Where they got straps like the Taliban Got it parked off like a caravan But I rap now and I'm glad I can Still coulda been wrapping grams At the post office, doing hand-to-hands £20K if you want a feat Tell 'em "Send the beat, I want cash in hand" Send the deets, I'm not getting scammed If I'm in a Jeep then it's getting rammed If I want it done then it's getting planned Get it patterned for a couple bands Underdogs with the upper hand Flight mode so it never rang L20, where we let it bang I'm from Stanley Road, just past The Strand If I catch a M, that's my clothing brand Free the boys though, you know the dance Basic, we got no enhance Convoys when my brother lands I'm on licence, I can't go to France If I sign a deal, I want a big advance Feel like Eminem, I've got one chance Wasn't looking for the romance Free the boys out the Coke cans Still walk with it like an old man One minute, lad, my phone rang Your boy hit me, said he lost the pack I said "Fucking hell, bro, I know man" Gotta stick to the program Why you talking like a roadman? Like I won't pull up in an old van Tell my bro to just go ham Pull up on him like "Oh damn" Tell him "Do it then go Dam" 'Cause you can't do it without no plan