Til I'm Rich - Nonames, Jammz, Marger

Blud, can you see what I’m seeing?

Living around spiteful human beings

Can’t have something that’s worth anything

'Cause someone you think you trust wants to pree it

More time, man think that I can’t see it

But I play dumb like I don’t know what a tree is

They must think I’m a dunce, but I’ve never been

A wasteman from the east end like Ian

I’m a smart London boy, no CM

When I started, I had no pot to pee in

Anything I want, I put the work in

So I don’t sleep like I don’t know what a Z is

Listen: if I want that, it’s mine if I see it

Give me a few weeks, a mic, and you’ll see it

I ain’t talking about one of them ones

That will get me shifts sitting in the back of the Prius

I’m lidge, banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

It’s all changed from I was a young lad

And I would have been alright with the new TNs

I used to sit in front of the TV

Watching Nickelodeon, Fox Kids and CN

Now it’s all work, work, work, till I can’t work anymore

'Cause I wanna get that P in

If it’s politics, don’t involve me in

Keep calm like Once Upon A Grime’s tee is

Me and my dargs couldn’t ever fall out

Cuh me and my bruddas ain’t Noel or Liam

'Nuff of these youts ain’t bad on the road

But they know about gunman when they’re MCing

Blud, what’s to say if you sent for your gunner

That he wouldn’t be a myth like Martin Kian?

You prick

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

I’m about my honey like Melissa

Might come to your ends like Nisa

I will drag man out of his Nissan

Don’t play with a man’s contra

And I’ll thump man right in the bloodclart kisser

Can’t listen to man be inner

All of my opps that don’t like me can’t do shit

So of course I’m a bloodclart winner

What you know about long nights out with the driller?

Warm up dons like dinner

The whole ends know I’m a grinder

Crush MCs like OG vanilla

Wu Tang line, I’m a Ghostface Killah

Cuh badderman realer

So much raw like man are Godzilla

Girl wan' press like manaman’s Jigga

Face is dead but I like her figure

Man can’t watch face but you’re chasing figures?

Ain’t fooled by fillers

Basic hoes, gotta school my hittas

Man fi start ball out on his old niggas

That used to get fucked left, right, and centre

By these barely active old spitters

I ain’t ever been scared of these bowkittens

Talk too much, that’s why I can’t smoke with 'em

Bless you, my flows mess you

Intercept you, dem man kestral

Rock fake kettles, you sound special

I short-breath you, burn out rentals

Punch out dental appointments

Man can’t tell a man eff all

Big tings kill off your kids like bumbaclart menthol

I ain’t ever been judgemental

But they move detrimental

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

Banging out the music ting till I’m rich

And I’ve got the keys to the new BM

I’m the rarest to ever do it

If I’m pursuing, you’ll be left in ruins

Hospital bed or sipping on fluids

It’s me plus the whole damn crew in

And I’m swinging like Jane and Tarzan

I’ll cause a drop like Kozzie on «Spartan»

Everyting lit till it’s first-degree arson

Wicked man, Max man, marksman

Sickers, I’m my own one

Spit like me, I don’t know one

Don’t tweet me, ring my 070 one

You will get spun with a new or old one

Sickers, I’ve been running through hoes

Me against you, it’s anything goes

Come from Umbro trainers with holes

Now it’s GH don licking down shows

Cloak and dagger

Black NWO, black bandana

Pay homage to the flow, that’s a bad manor

Got the gold tooth like it’s old ragga

Arms all wham like gravediggers

Dem man dere don’t rate Sickers

Dem girl fucked like eight of us

Swing, swing, swing like Mayweather’s

All-black winter, R6 ninja

Magnum binges, never had Tinder

Right hook just missed by a whisker

My girl’s butt done shut down Insta

You can’t predict it, look how I flipped it

Ten years' time, you man’ll all witness

All-black MAC-10

Can’t send back if I already wrapped him

Sickers