El P - Merky Ace

I be in a bashment dancehall with M

'Gnac-ing it till it’s morning again

Seen one ting will dance round ahead

My brown skin ting was due fi get bred

But I couldn’t take the talk in my head

So it weren’t much more than Hilton getting spread

I was in a Volkswagen tryna get bread

I was in an RX tryna get head

I was in Ayres Nunhead, not Greggs

Illegitimate in my legitimate ped

Riding dirty with nine Zs

Shotting four down the five that’s left

I do food moves, not auto theft

I passed on the road, didn’t do no test

Blast at your nose if you hoot, I’ll spread

You and who will dead

If you touch anyone in my team that par on the Gaza

Wiped out easy, whiteboard marker

Man ah move sleazy, dig out a gyal

And mek a next gyal suck it off after

Mind on my money like a Lewisham grafter

Won’t get a plaster

You’ll be needing if you touch my

When we come round, no smiles and laughter

Tears and frowns, shook eyes and drama

Since day one, said I won’t have nada

Raised on my own, one mum, no farda

Never had a job, I got a phone and a charger

And a grade man that move like farmer

You can get kick inna your chest like Sparta

This ting here love tear through armour

Spent nights listening to DJ Garna

Bagging up food, then going lab after

Money upfront if you want that verse

Rob big food, not grandma’s purse

Tell 'em if I want it, then the P’s getting jerked

Either way, I make sure that’s worth

One thing I was taught from birth

Man hits you, then you’ve gotta hit back

But now I’d rather hit first

Never catch me in traff, I swerve

Always in a rush, got cats to serve

MJ thinks that I just move herb

More fool her cause I’ve got that dirt

I stick it up her skirt

Rocks near my arse, get it gone quick, fast

Wrap it in tissue so it don’t hurt

OT, I don’t move that on turf

Deep in the Blue but a man ah still surf

My yout, I was frontline, from longtime

Them dibby dons couldn’t run up on mine

I was at base, till I got on mine

My ting blow up the roads like a landmine

Ikkle man Omen gang was alongside

Pap a man’s face front when it’s hot time

Likkle man ain’t got packs?

Then it’s on sight

You can get your don light, my yout

I was frontline, from longtime

Them dibby dons couldn’t run up on mine

I was at base, till I got on mine

My ting blow up the roads like a landmine

Ikkle man Omen gang was alongside

Kweff a man’s face front when it’s hot time

If you ain’t got packs, then it’s on sight, you can get

My mum told me black people can’t get headlice

When I come through, man ah come through nice

Make me a sarsaparilla with ice

Plantain with the corned beef and rice

Make that twice

Cuh I’m coming through with one of my guys

Me and my FT eat same time

Could’ve been a dinner or could’ve been a line

Still I’m on the grind still when I’m on the field

Shit gets real

Taking the back roads for Hot Wheels

Tryna get rid of the tings I sealed

Even weight and it all concealed

Me and bro like black Grant and Phil

Try run up and we’ll clart at will

Spark your grill like a gas cooker

Got a YG frontline with the jooker

Bun up some, get your brudda and your poopa

With an old school shooter like Doonga

And we’re thumping Mavado and Munga

In the basement talking about big business, free Joey Business

When I see that, six is getting lifted

Gyal with a big back, she’s gifted

Gave her pipe when the skirt got lifted

Told her drive while I grab them big bits

Back with the bronem, make big hits

Bonus if a bitch got big tits

Cuh man ah set up shop with the bitches

Couldn’t care if the bitch got bitch kids

Cuh man ah put a crop where the kick is

Still tryna make that gwop for the riches

Man came up broke on biscuits

Malted milk, DD

Custard creams, ginger nuts

All of dem bloodclart depressing ting dere