Masro - Step 21 lyrics

[Intro] Stick an MC to the game with Blu Tack, now you're in Ain't got nothing to say? Then move back, let's begin I like to jump on the track and spray that, practice aiming Don't get caught up in the people's drama, catch me sailing [Verse 1] If you wanna go to the grime library, see Logan Sama He got the history there like old school Gift and Armour I swear the original energy we had fueled the whole nation That's why I can't moan, I'm glad that music's my occupation I don't even say "mic check, 1-2" anymore, that's crazy Oh yeah, I wanna shout out Masro, sent me a riddim that amazed me I was on my laptop listening, saying "I could duppy this beat" "Even though it's got them dubstep elements, I f** with this, don't hate me" What have you done for me lately? That's what some fans wanna know Some might split from groups in a solo and end up standing alone What a lot of people don't know, there is a system in place to follow But I tell a system "I hear you today and you hear me tomorrow" Cause I don't wanna lend or borrow, we're chasing the heights of the goals we set Cause them things start fading away real quick, as old as we get Gotta put some away for a rainy day and make sure we're bubbling I don't even know what recession is, my whole life's been based on juggling I came for the game like ayy, after my set, fam, draw for my pay Send me a champs and I might just stay All my dons in the dance on a wave Skepta, Jme, J2K Nameless goons with us, they don't play Can't walk through here, walk that way I'm seeing all this from the first day Seen a lot, seen the bottom of the game and the top Some days I ask myself this, though "Why you giving all your money to a shop?" Better put your money in a brick So when you're 40, you won't feel sick Better put your money in a brick So when you're 40, you won't feel sick What'd you wanna do? Spend a million or two On your family or you could spend it on your crew Before you realise that you gotta have a house These are the idiot tings we do Now it's back on the grizzle, standard I'm blacking out like Wretch 32 Certain labels wanna get dons Who are gonna conform cause they can't get me to Even though I'm not committing a crime I gotta keep a stash of bail money aside Some man have got money to spend, yeah And some man have got money to hide Some man have got money to waste Wasting when they step in the place I know them way there Clued up, fam, I know them ways Been a while since Sidewinder and Danger Rinse FM every day, no major Slimzee on the decks, [?] flat Then I'm back on the road, like a street rat But I always knew I had talent The thing was, I never had no balance No patience, I was rushing Too much battling, too much cussing Since "Champagne Dance" and [?] 2014 now everybody knows me I'm saying "BBK for life" I'm on a sunshine island, living life lowkey If I don't reflect to tell you how I feel We both know that it won't be real I'm gonna fly at my brother and hope he chills Cause life's all about going over hills I just wanna kick back with the grade in a hot tub Blue Ciroq, peng tings in the hot tub Even when I done "Nicole's Groove" I couldn't see myself getting any credit, but I cropped up Every day is a heatwave lately Jump in the sea and I let the wave take me Put my heart in a song Back on my job, it's been way too long