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I already know, where I wanna go
I ain't moving slow, I'm gonna blow
Yeah, I'm gonna blow
I already know, where I wanna go
I ain't moving slow, I'm gonna blow
Yeah, I'm gonna blow

Came up in a council flats, no P's we ain't have no racks
Nuffin' but two beds, 1 fridge, 2 chairs and about 10,000 rats
Mummy worked hard with that 9 to 5 and she done overtime, that's 9 and back
Lived in a house where the heater's bruck and always cold so you know we had to sleep with hats on
But now we're living larger than a boulevard
The P's are blessing man, they put us inna foreign cars
If you see me on the street with a skeng throwing shots make a wish cause you're looking at a shooting star
Mum I made it, I'm on T.V., I'm a superstar
I'm humble but I got smoke, no cigar
These boys tryna pull my strings, I ain't no guitar
These hoes tryna gold dig, they can kiss my a**
You don't even know what man's on
I'll leave you soaked in blood like a tampon
Four hundred pound what I stand on
I got money on my mind like the Sam song
Say I'm young, man, I don't wanna settle down
That's what the girls said in carni time but now it's money time and all the girls wanna come around
Cos we're in the spotlight not the background
Cah my boys ain't broke, nah we make pounds
Cah my amm don't shush, nah it makes sounds
Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown
Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown
Cah my ice don't melt but I still drown
Cah my bro them kings and they got crowns
Cos we made it to the top from the damn ground
I've got hate for the war, Afghanistan, stop it
If you got a head, man, I beg don't chop it
If you got a skeng, man, I beg don't pop it
If you got beef, man, I beg just drop it
Sh*t, it's not easy, you can't get a locket for the coffins
Brothers dying, mothers crying, I swear them words there horrifying
I already know, where I wanna go
I ain't moving slow, I'm gonna blow
Yeah, I'm gonna blow
I already know, where I wanna go
I ain't moving slow, I'm gonna blow
Yeah, I'm gonna blow

I'm gonna blow, don't say I didn't tell you so
I'm the coolest kid from Africa
My money long, I got the stamina
It's longer than London to Canada
I've been sending shots with no camera
Just come and see, I'm at where you wanna be
And I ain't even in my legacy
The taste that you got is called jealousy
The taste on my tongue is called Hennessy
Have you ever tried grinding? Nope, you just sit at home, real bored
While I'm grinding to be on these billboards, big fat house with the silk floors
And I, bring heat to the cold war
And I, bring waves to the seashore cause I'm wavy
I'm gonna blow like a C4 and I'm gonna blow like Osama
I grind all day, no time for the drama
The money lost ago but it comes back around like Karma
I'm a lyrical soldier, my words are my armour
I grind every day as respect to my mother
I grind every day for my sister, my brother
I grind as respect to the grave of my father

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