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Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right
Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right

Top five of all time, that's undisputed
I washed that grub like twice
And I still told them it's unpolluted
Where was you when the door got booted?
And feds ran in the bando
Top floor, where the drugs be roofed in
My troopers still troopin'
Come check me for the blueprint
I was enroute with the pack
Feds clocked me, had to re-route it
See, my young boy bigger than me
But no next team can ever recruit him
He want the new size 9's
But he only gonna use them for bootings
Around this time last year
Had me in Thameside smokin' bogeys
Back on top with my brodies
Still might risk it while I'm on pro-b
Please don't touch me if you don't know me
Got keys for the cars and smokeys
Cah we sell Amber and we shot Ovie

Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right
Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right

From age sixteen, been whilin'
Maskin' tape on the dots
There ain't no love when you're on this island
Rap smarter than them
But I dumbed it down for the nursery rhymin'
And my one jam
But bro's one work, it was perfect timin'
Bulldog lookin' like Troy
Showed it to bro, he's lookin' like 'woi'
Four and a toddler, lookin' like Major
He better dip low when he see the laser
Trust me
You don't wanna take three shots like taser
Top three verse me
That one there ain't even a wager
I was outside in the '90's
When the old heads had cats and pagers
Now it's back to the basic
Chocolate chip in the back of a A6
Long jacket and shades
Stepped out like we're goin' to the matrix
My drink, don't chase it
Been told, man don't do me no favours

Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right
Just got a box, Dillian Whyte
Where was you
When I was on the block dealin' white?
How you still got ounces left?
Them man ain't dealin' right
Your man was bruck but now I've got dosh
I'm feelin' right

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