Nutcrackerz (feat. Giggs)

'Cause man ain't come for him, no way

Man ain't come, oh

'Cause man ain't bumping him, no way

(Oh yeah)

'Cause man ain't bumping him, or you

Man ain't bumping him, ain't fucking you know? (No idea what I'm saying)

No one ain't listening to you

So I say

'Cause man ain't bumping him, or you

Man ain't bumping him either, no

Man ain't come for him

Man ain't come to grin neither

Man ain't come for them geezers, ease up

Man ain't jumping in neither

Man just jumping in, eager beavers

Shit ain't sunken in neither

Man just old school from Gloucester Grove

When man had comfortable Fila

Back when Ashlyn didn't even live there

It was Josh and Makeda

Back when gangsters weren't even shooting

Man took chunks with that cleaver

Back on Super D, stone love days

Yeah, Jam Rock Sound, Metro Media

Back in the day when I was broke

I was on Bow Road and looking out for eaters

Back in the day before I had seven figures

Our brothers were begging me for features

Back in the day before bloggers and tweeters

Before they knew I was a genius

They were the days when I was excluded from school

For fucking with my teachers

I was so damn facetious

I would leave 'em with fevers

Seizures, bunch of holes in my sneakers

Back in the day before I had that brand new Range Rover

Looking devious, previous

I was moving mischievous

None of my girlfriends were divas

Making moves was the easiest

Please don't make me get deeper

I was linking Kamika

Ice rink and that creeper

Had 'em dropping in Caesars

Jesus, bunch of unstable geezers

Bunch of peelers and dealers

Demons, they were holding them heaters

We were owning them speakers

Man came back with that classic crack shit

Man came back with that Raskit

Rolled up with the Rottweilers

And came back with Bull Mastiffs

Quickly grab them six Brownings

Women grab me two taxis

There's a negative and a plus side

Hollow's back with new batteries

Hold up, coming back for you fassies

Better run home

Could I prop the new Lassie?

Them two straps are too massive

Jumped out, pap pap pap, with two maccies

Quick, jump back in front seat and back seat

Pricks get put Ribena and Capri

Don't gas me

I was in the back streets, couldn't catch me

Oh a jack spree

They looking at me like, why you wanna rap me?

That's crappy, I was actually not flashy

They couldn't hack me

All black in my Nike Air trackie

And I went all out on a fassie

And I didn't make beats on a lappy

What you know about Rex and Strappy? Exactly

Had a yacht in Hackney

Big batty, a bit scatty

But I was happy 'cause she cooked saltfish and ackee

She didn't clap me

So I've gotta give thanks to Selassie

Shy FX and UK Apache

The speaker blowing, better keep it going

Mention Hollowman when your speaker flowing

Get that mozzarella cheese, get the pizza going

I seen your gully side, now your weak is showing

My **** Dizzee Ras, they say he's a poet

They hear he drop a track, **** tippy-toeing

Now come around a man with your pissy poems

I got bitches on my dick and their lippy showing