[Intro: Ed Sheeran & Big Narstie]
Coming to you from the outskirts
I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork (Yeah)
I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over
[Verse 1: Big Narstie]
My team built upon many years of groundwork
Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'Gram
You know that pound work (Pound work), you know how my sound work
Mr. Fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surf
Lone Ranger, I am always on the outskirts
Grab my forty, start playing forty, forty
If the demon starts to haunt me (Hahaha), dearly beloved
My cannon said, "Just fuck it," only fingers that will touch it
On the peak like Warren Buffet, like Norris, I just chuck it (Lone Ranger)
Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)
You know my steez
You get the borer to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen
Hardcore settings, never been PG
Large up Yinka, Zeze
Extra terrestrial, ET, thousand grams
Weezy connecting people, BT shoe
Flew off key, Weezy move through the shadows, creepy
Look through the glasses, Stevie
I'm on the riddim all easy, light work, easy peasy
Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man Unknown T like Munya
Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda
Coming to you from the outskirts
I've been waitin' outside for time, but now they ain't gonna let me in
But you gotta know one thing, all I ever do is win
Because of that groundwork (Yeah)
I'll be settin' this mic alight until the fire takes over
[Verse 1: Big Narstie]
My team built upon many years of groundwork
Cuban look like yellow yam, points to the 'Gram
You know that pound work (Pound work), you know how my sound work
Mr. Fantastic, I'm a static, make them crowds surf
Lone Ranger, I am always on the outskirts
Grab my forty, start playing forty, forty
If the demon starts to haunt me (Hahaha), dearly beloved
My cannon said, "Just fuck it," only fingers that will touch it
On the peak like Warren Buffet, like Norris, I just chuck it (Lone Ranger)
Three stars in the moon, flick my wrist and I just bruk it (I just bruk it)
You know my steez
You get the borer to your belly button like Priest from Dancehall Queen
Hardcore settings, never been PG
Large up Yinka, Zeze
Extra terrestrial, ET, thousand grams
Weezy connecting people, BT shoe
Flew off key, Weezy move through the shadows, creepy
Look through the glasses, Stevie
I'm on the riddim all easy, light work, easy peasy
Know it's PDL in the dunya, I make a man Unknown T like Munya
Refer to me, King Kunta, king of Zamunda
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda, yeah
I want the gyal with enormous bunda
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