More - Capo Lee, JME, Frisco

Gotta get more

Man see blessings, gotta get more

See a little bread, but gotta get more

Man have got tunes, but gotta get more

Man get love, but should I get more?

Running up numbers, tryna do more

Send two shell but coulda got (Capo)

Coulda got more

Came from the bando, now I do tour

I can’t give a man time of day

If I felt your energy and weren’t too sure

Man see his friend get twenty-five years

He’d be on the front-line tryna do more

Fly two shell when the pagans ride

Bust at light, coulda got more

Came out the background

Tunes like MAC rounds

Man better stand down

Too much style and swag that I hand out

Man see a cheque, that’s on sight, ran down

Online causing passa

Calling and I’m just there like Santan

All them sly ones, but I don’t say

Man got my ear to the street like handstand

Gotta get more

Man see blessings, gotta get more

See a little bread, but gotta get more

Man have got tunes, but gotta get more

Man get love, but should I get more?

Running up numbers, tryna do more

Send two shell but coulda got (Moesh)

Coulda got more

Man are like, «Shorty, you can do more»

I can’t lie, work rate’s been poor

Last five years I’ve been living on tour

You can ask Skepta, done about four

Still gotta do more

I gotta put my foot in that door

I’m that guy that you can’t ignore

Still gotta get mine

Ten years plus, still fucking up grime

I’m my own person, one of a kind

Sick flow, sick concept, and sick rhymes

Sick in the head

Won’t stop till the day that I’m dead

Us man are winning, you know the score

But still man have gotta do more (Moesh)

Gotta get more

Man see blessings, gotta get more

See a little bread, but gotta get more

Man have got tunes, but gotta get more

Man get love, but should I get more?

Running up numbers, tryna do more

Send two shell but coulda got (Woi woi woi woi)

Gimme more, gimme more

Stepped out in some designer couture

Out to all my YGs in the ends

Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours

In my studio, bad B on all fours

I read the email, I saw they offer tour

And believe we gotta ask for a bit more

Play with me, I’ll put your life on pause

Oh my gosh, man are rated highly

I’m with the OGs and I’m with the YGs

Two nines, yeah, I call them Siamese

I dare one of yous, likkle wasteman, try me, ah

I’m with Capo and dem man

Gimme more, but I ain’t tryna beg man

I saw your girl and she was like, «Hi»

Me I get higher than Method and Redman (Yeah)

Gotta get more

Man see blessings, gotta get more

See a little bread, but gotta get more

Man have got tunes, but gotta get more

Man get love, but should I get more?

Running up numbers, tryna do more

Send two (Serious)

I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning

And realised man’s still here

Fucking hell, gimme that then

Don’t even want it, but I share with the mandem

Grime MC FM, yeah, who back then?

Gimme the bank details and I’ll rap them

Celebration, we made it from back then

What other MCs tryin' to attack

I’m flying on the map

Don’t hate 'cause I work while you’re lying on your back

They wanna tear man down

How you gonna tear man down when I’m on the ground (Trust)

I can’t go lower, bait phone, yeah, grab same old blower (Yeah, trust, trust)

New school, old school, new gen, old gen

Fuck that shit, man a bad-boy flower

Step on the stage and hear the crowd roar

They want more (Serious)