MIK - Do It lyrics

[Intro] I come through, flash, lights, cameras You're not a star yet, who you tryna par, then? [Verse 1] Drop the beat, let me catch it, goalie Air Force Ones, black top, Stoney I take out top MCs in a crew If you're a top MC, fam, show me Left man's face all gone, holey Lips all swolen, you know, Joely Man try holla at me on the Facebook Chatting bare mess, I'm cool, cosy .38 snub that's there, nosy When I showed up to the set with the mandem Trust me when I say face rosy Few more shots in the bag, oz Time is money, watch, Roley Jumped in the game on my own, lonely Now I've got black, white, Asian, Chinese All type of girl dem trying to phone me [Chorus] I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round [Verse 2] Oh sh**, I done it again Got the wickedest tune with the wickedest pen I spit so many rounds with the lyrical skeng I make man look stupid, Billy and Ben I'm the mastercla**, ten out of ten Please don't put me down as the new wave No, I don't wanna say it again I said no, I don't wanna say it again [Chorus] I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round [Verse 3] I get money, brown, Carter Music money, I'm cool, Sparta Roll to the dance with about six man Get fourteen wheel-ups, yeah, darker I flow tight on the beat, sharper Won't hear me with the same old bars For about ten years cause I ain't no Marger LOL, I sure ain't marga [Chorus] I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round [Chorus] I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round I'm real to the sound, feet to the ground Make a badboy tune for the badboy crowd Do it, grime, all year round Do it, grime, all year round