Scorcher - I Swear (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by The HeavyTrackerz] [Hook/Verse: PW] Yeah, I swear I'm the sh**, I swear I'm the sh** Yeah, I'm feeling myself, I swear I'm that n***a Tell 'em light up the ting, tell 'em light up the ting n***a, I don't even smoke, yet I'm burning sh** down Said I'm burning sh** down and I ride through my ends With my old school friends, middle finger to the industry Look what it did to me, ain't seen my gran in a month I've been grinding all month, man, I feel like sh** Ain't seen my gran in a month I've been grinding all month, man, I feel like sh** Picked up where I left off, think I threw up cause I went pop I swear that sh**- (Oi Tefs, what have you- what have you got bunning in there, cuz? Might haffi come out and inhale the fumes real quick before I zone out on this ting) [Verse 1: Mercston] Biggest fan, n***as forgot they were my biggest fan Scorcher had to use that line to make 'em simmer down I could put your woman in labour like Ed Miliband Bang! Oh, let me shoot 'em down They don't understand, I'm the main man and a middleman, yeah Tryna get my hands dem dirty, I'm nearly thirty But they're filthy when I ain't been around Now I'm back like Arnie New car key, probably bent over your auntie Mi know she want me, I don't mean to blow my own horn But I taught these n***as swag when I was [?] They was in the stoneys, these times I had my own j**els [?] man I should've had a gold tooth, oof Remember chilling right outside the Bow North '05 I probably started to go north Linked Scorcher [?] On my mother's life, was 'bout to k** it independent Would've signed first if it wasn't for the sentence Whole sentence (I swear I'm the sh**, I swear I'm the sh**) Let me carry on though I'm happy, god though, my n***a, f** a bando I'm in a yard with 50 bars, my n***a, f** the landlord Tight shorts, fitted shirt, I'm moving international When I wrote "Good Old Days", they were penning 8s I was buying champs, they was sipping on lemonade Black tracky in the summer n***as, mate Someone tell 'em cool off in the shade, sick [Verse 2: Youngs Teflon] Older guys on the ends used to send me Till they shot, now them old Gs bred me I spend a bag on a tee, I'm Jimmy Tetley I ain't a k**er cause I missed, call me Heskey I've seen the realest come and go, I've seen plenty I've seen the ting slide back when it's empty Got the Kenco, man have got the Nestle I'm a crook so you know you can't finesse me See, I can be a lad, same time be a banger Slapped my young boy cause he ain't got no manners Had to link the dread cuh he sold me a jammer The squad been rough since I was doing Anna Them man are doing loads, same time doing nothing (Now what you saying?) You must be bluffing No prescription gla**es when I'm trapping, I'm a boffin I really love my friends but same time I've gotta watch 'em b**h from up north let me pull it in her mouth Said pull a G-string where I'm from down south Mummy always said "no smoke in the house" She ain't know I hid my chrome in the couch Raised well but I roll like the son of a jerk Made a chick drive, got her turning the Mercs Smooth criminal, I'mma mark with a clerk I'm an all-star, I put the con in the verse, work [Verse 3: Scorcher] If you don't know me and you're from the ends, you ain't got your stamp yet You're playing in the waterfall and you ain't got your hands wet Man's spraying on grime, I rate him, it's fine But this a full clip spitting out a MAC-10, I press it and pop When I'm about, you ain't never the boss These little dickheads have got memory loss, don't make me jog 'em Man talking all that crud, don't let me wash 'em And bottom line, you could get a coffin Brudda was the forefather, alpha and omega flow Started, then I ended it, been at levels you never go I keep a metal on a n***a anywhere I go Because the ends love a n***a but you never know Cuh couple n***as don't like me and I can understand it I rap rings round n***as, I'm on another planet Sitting on something while I'm whipping up another pattern I disappear, come back, and still I'm f**ing savage I hate to blow my own trumpet The best in the ends and I ain't really with the buck sh** I've never been a snitch and we don't need to switch subject And brudda, I ain't flinching, I ain't budged yet I ain't seen a landscape switch up, whoa, n***as start to b**h up I just kicked the sh** out the riddim, [?] flick up I took a little trip for a minute, it was a hiccough And- [Verse 4: Avelino] I swear I'm the sh**, n***a I give anything but a sh**, n***a Yeah, S-line, that's a lisp, n***a I kept my chin up, now my b**h is in a chinchilla Got a gang of hoes for the whole gang Cause you knew me, that doesn't mean you know man There's a new me that doesn't even know man I'm grinding on my Js, hush, I'm getting mo' stacks Too much money ain't enough I love making n***a making love I'm still singing along to Ma$e and Puff I'm tryna make a drink while they get drunk Tell the DJ spin the song and tell these rappers they'll get spun f** you mean, this ain't hit date? Watch and share, that's the flick of the same wrist Hard work and talent, what's the difference? The same thing A... V Yeah [Outro: PW] I swear I'm the sh** I swear I'm the sh** I swear I'm the sh** I swear I'm the sh** Middle finger to the industry, look what it did to me