Dumping Again

Try dragging me into some nonsense

My bruddah, I point blank refuse (No, thank you)

That vibe is trampy

Them type of energy there I rebuke (Move up)

I set the steps, they could never control the way I move

Out here looking for attention, okay, that's cool, that's cute (That's cute)

My ting's patterned up different, trust me, I meant what I said (Trust me)

Don't let the little comments and likes dem gas you up and get to your head (Just cool off)

These man ain't wicked in real life, hop on the riddim and they start to pretend

I'm glad I'm not like none of them, that's why I'm back and dumping again

And when I said I'm on the outside, I'm out here, but it's not what I meant

I'm the one who's really outside, got reloads at a hundred events

Chatting about mash and magazines, but it's online, though, just like Trench

There is a type in all these characters, but they're not real, so I take no offence

They wasn't giving out co-signs, but it's okay 'cause I still got bread

Mi nah sell out my friend dem, but try know I sell out events

Funny I'm the one that's slept on, but long time I ain't seen my bed

I'm so booked and busy I feel like I'm wasting money on rent

Big flex

I write like I ain't right in my head, mad flow, impeccable tek

So I never penny them, that's money well spent

Bare times they left me for dead, now I'm cleaning up like I made a mess

I forgive, but I don't forget, so me killing it now, bro, that's my revenge

Man are chatting about Grime, but they don't say me – make it make sense

These guys' top tens are guys from '04 – Jesus wept!

They wanna see us all beefing, but don't want be on the receiving end

These silly little neeks dem are the type of bruddahs that you keep in check

My ting's patterned up different, trust me, I meant what I said

Don't let the little comments and likes dem gas you up and get to your head

These guys ain't wicked inna real life, man go on riddim and they start to pretend

I'm glad I'm not like none of them, that's why I'm back and dumping again

Dump-dump-dump-dump-dumping again

Give me the mic, you know it gets peak

'Cause I'll get the crowd jump-jumping again

You would've thought the gyms were open

The way a man's pump-pump-pumping

I said the way a man's pump-pump-pumping again

I don't care if the DJ wheels it

I'm just gonna start dumping again

Man ah straight up dumpers

Too many bars, millions, hundreds

I can make it rain silly and thunder

I can make you look silly and wonder

How man's filled with so much passion

And how a man's filled with so much hunger (Ay)

I am the king of the castle

Something like young Ned Umber (Dun know)

Man ah man ah striker, 9's my number (Strike!)

I was asleep, then I woke up from my slumber

Said wah di raas!? Wah di bumba!? (Wha'?!)

Look what's going on 'ere

That's my seat at the table

No one's grabbing my chair

Top of the pops this time

Nobody ain't gonna stop this shine

Man ah got the whole ting locked, it's mine

Chat shit you're going to get blocked

I said chat shit you're going to get blocked, it's fine (Fine)

All you keyboard warriors and bullshit couriers

Talk is cheap, so you ain't gonna worry us (Yo!)

Dun know

My ting's patterned up different, trust me, I meant what I said

Don't let the little comments and likes dem gas you up and get to your head

These guys ain't wicked in real life, hop on the riddim and they start to pretend

I'm glad I'm not like none of them, that's why I'm back and dumping again