Nang

Oi, how did man get that whip?

Buss up the mic and spit

Oi, how did man get that yard?

Mash up the mic, go hard

Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?

Pick up the mic and spray

Oi, how did man get that far?

What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

You know when I step on the mic I do this ting

You man better get on your bike and move in sync

If you never believe man will start rinsing

I don't give a shit and I'm mighty convincing

Don't approach me when I'm eating

I don't wanna listen to what man is teaching

Man are going crazy asking me bullshit

All I hear, ring-ding-da-ding-ding-ding!

Even when I step in the dance they got questions

So bait, man wanna ask where's the restroom

Halfway through the answer man's gobsmacked

Like I wasn't clocking you glancing at Skepta

I clock you before you clock me

In my black top like I said on 'That's Not Me'

Kick down the apple and pears and that's cockney

On stage mandem are scared, they can't stop me, what?

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

So, what? Fam, I'm sick of these, pussyoles in this industry

Man got batteries put in his back

And then they wanna speak up instantly

Mandem are making history

You man can't do shit to me

When you see me I got the same energy

But you ain't saying nuttin' like Mr Bean

What? Yeah, man I move too sick

Fifteen years deep you man ain't on shit

Games in my hand fam and I've gone switch

Come for the ball, get a panna on pitch

Try take the piss since man I got rich?

Get a reality check I'll wake him up quick

Can't call yourself a grime MC if

You can't come radio, stand up and spit

Oi, how did man get that whip?

Buss up the mic and spit

Oi, how did man get that yard?

Mash up the mic, go hard

Oi, oi, how did man get on stage?

Pick up the mic and spray

Oi, how did man get that far?

What?! Bruck up the mic with bars

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

I don't take back chat or disrespect,

Already know the gang and I'm suttin' like Big Fris

Fuck the opps, it's their loss, I cut them off

How could I get pissed off, bodies get ticked off

I hope you brush your teeth, before you talk about the big boss

Brand new bed sheets, covered in your wifey's lip gloss

You was at the top but you slipped off

They hate the way I took what's mine

Fucked off, came back, took some more, fucked off again

Turned Shoreditch into a cunch spot,

And I got more sauce in the dutch pot

I do the producing, do the booth, I do the bouncing

Funny guy, couldn't be me you're clowning

Ten summers at the top and I'm still counting

Said they don't rate me but when I

Bring out a new riddim they're listening

Tryna find out who did the mixing, what was MsM Engineer thinking?

Yeah, we was in the studio, doing up greatness

You was on Insta, doing up shameless

Peng ting, said she had enough of the fakeness

Told me she loves the way that I don't beg friend with any of them

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang

Nang, going on nang

Nang, them man are going on nang