Boogie Pro - 100 K£YS lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's MI And man are talking like say Man can't bar Man ain't the greater Like man ain't the ghostwriter, man Blueprints, let's go, yeah [Verse] I ain't really one of them guys for the talking Nah, f** it, chalk him Air Force Ones on my feet for the walk-in Lewisham station, my man caught him Heard he was talking, talk like talking Smacked in the face for the smack you're sporting Karma, yeah, that's important Heard he was moving nuts like Morgan Talk to the feds? Now that's extortion I don't wanna hear that talk 'bout caution k** off a yout with a sixteen bars Now that's what man ah man calls abortion Next time, have a safety precaution Samurai sword, shift organs Straight to the point like a laser I ain't got time for the likkle man speaking northern I was on Westwood, '08 times Letting off nothing but c**aine rhymes Two-fourteen, I'm still that guy (real) Why would I front like Y-fronts? I've got so much money in the bank, it's tied up Right eye's lazy, never been a problem [?] why? Cause gyal ah get eyed up Dun already told dem man, better line up Dem man are moving slow like dial-up Lord of the Mics 5, man got fried up (let's go) Anyway, back to the matter of focus In this game, there's too many jokers I'm out the window screaming "f** you, pay me" Streets gotta eat like vultures I do this ting for the youts and loaners Got [?] yardman stoners Part of the dream team, Barcelona's In my element, in my zoners I'm old school like Wallaby loafers Nutmeg rush and plastic floaters (old school) Let's get paid in full like I said let's get paid in full like Pablo Escobar and Ashley Walters Listen up, please Watch how I spit this flow with ease Bars, I spit like a hundred bags Nah, bars I spit like a hundred kis Tan a man's skin like West Indies Uncle Doug came home with the ting So I'm out here chilling with the dogs like fleas Let's play a game called Air Force Ones Black and blue, yeah, I've got those ones Black and red, yeah, I had that early Ain't gonna lie, yeah, I dashed dem ones Labels holla at me for the feature £650, I want money upfront Two-fifteen, I'm screaming a ton [Outro] I want a ton Nuttin' less than a ton, DD Oi, it's the king of kings MI Ghost-writtens, pre-writtens All of that smack Streets gotta eat