Run out Riddim

Yo, about I took longer than Meek

Sonic Boom, hold two in a week

What? You ran out of bars, but got time to tweet?

Go get your pen, you chief

I am the good guy, yes, from a bad boy ends

Around here, they trust my pen

You wanna film here? Tweet the time one day before

You'll get run out the ends

Run out the ends, get run out the ends

Waste of petrol, don't try that again

I can't run out of pads or run out of pens

Blow! I got him again

How can a chipmunk fight with a lion?

How did David kill Goliath?

Saviour, that's not you, stop lying

For me, this is effortless and you're trying, look

You ain't the devil, blud, you're a human being

So you can die like me

Camouflaging in evil settings

To hide the fact that you can't rhyme like me

Or look fly like me, batty boy preeing my life

It's boom bye-bye from me

Boom bye-bye from T, As and Bs

Boom bye-bye from a geek

You keep coming at me, I've gotta send back

This one's not for grime, it's for your head back

Too much disrespect, I can't take that

You bounced off my name, aye, boy, I get back

I ain't gotta say your name, you know I'm at you

Don't be tweeting, I'm really at you

Why should I clash you when I'll trash you?

If you sold a million too, I would be glad to

Man said I run out of bars

That's my bar, blood, are you dumb?

Even catting my hooks, now who looks shook?

Hmm, cat got your tongue?

Said I went pop, came back, that's lies

Hip-hop in between, blue, that's true

Now, anything you can do I can do better

Boy, I can do anything better than you, you

See, I let you run, you went first

But look, bar for bar, you'll get burst

And I could done your dance in a verse

But you don't need a verse, you need church

Big man thng, are you not 'bout paper?

Why you wanna lock off my show, you hater?

When you win your Rated Award, in the back of your head, know I don't rate you

Dex on the beat, pow

What's with the milk-it games? Cow

Fuck boy, you think you're Drake? Wow

Peng things don't rate you, sit down

Man wanna take my throne, not today

You couldn't take me then or today

'Light Work' proved you're dead, you get me?

Dead, #pissonyourgrave

I nearly went off the rails this summer

Where's my brother? Gone jail this summer

Now, I'm on treating man how man treat me

So, I'm giving man hell for my summer

Yeah, I still wear my own clothes

Man still see me on road, I'm on dough

Ice Kids evil bars were better than yours

I swear to God, you're not cold

Look, I know you man just might run out of bars

Chip can't run out of bars

I started the year with the bar

I finished the year with the bar

I finished careers with the bars

Oh, blud, you're rubbish

You get me, when you reply, I know your reply already, you get me?

You're a bad boy

0161, obviously

Big up Manchester, I love you lot

I just don't rate this brother, like, you get me

He's gonna send about repeating yourself and all of that

You get me, 0161, the cars and that obviously

Gangster and that, jail and that

Not everyone from around here's been through all of that, blud

That don't make you no better on the microphone

Man, just 'llow it