Matt Foster - Spit Your Game lyrics

[Speaking - Bashy] Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka You know what time it is, it's Bashy! Yo, you know it's North West worldwide innit Ragz2Richez b**h! It's 2NV Ey you know what I think innit (What?) The level in the UK right now is just so low [Verse 1] Ha, what's that I beg your pardon? Don't you know? Man ain't even getting box again they're getting Carter Won't here me spitting about Queens or Harlem (No) I spit about Green or Harlesden or, in Queensway up in Harlem Whether I'm on a label or not I'm mashing P's regardless Yeah they might be signed but getting f**ed like a f*ggot Me, I got my publishing, I own it, I have it Shola Ama had a grand a week c**aine habit When I read that was like damn it, why oh why? When Shola was sniffing a lines, couldn't I get her up on my lines That would have been the sweetest taboo I would have been eating her food Like I just went Younguns copped a peanut juice and a stew Yeah I might be skinny, f** me with the result would Leave you f**ed up like Trevor from Kidulthood, p**y! [Speaking - Masterstepz] Shout out to Aml Ameen, Kidulthood Ya dunknow, big boy actor!