No Censor YA (UK)

[PART I]

[Verse]
I used to be lazy and broke until I found me
Now fuck the old me
Remember days when I never had P
Now I get paid to rave and party
MC's shook now I'm back on a beat
Took a few L's, now I'm back on my feet
Still got fans playing me on repeat
I'm making my bread, don't need to compete
If it gets sticky, I'm decamping whips
I'm ending the chase in BD6
Can't chat about dingers, birds or sticks
Can't chat about plotting hundred grand licks
Just took a trip outta town
Now we're forty grand up, up on the M6
I know the old me will like me now
Becah when we hit licks, it's only big bits
We got it locked from Humber to BD
Little rats, they're hating, can't be me
Know we're paid from streams online
And I ain't selling no merch or a CD
And I stepped in the rave in CP
Before I'm on the mic, I wanna see P
I be stinking of Runtz, it's TT
Taking a bewer in front of her beady
I be getting silly with the flows
Got bars for your head top, flake for your nose
Put my son in designer, head to toes
It's still Nike's on my feet when I walk in grows
It's B-R-A-D-F-O-R-D
A's got the key for the hot M3
Eighteen, hitting licks in a dinger MG
Twenty-four, now I get paid to MC
Ready for war in a Transit tipper
Straight to the point, we don't stand and bicker
These days, birds want a man from Bradford
Cah they love a grafter and love a mole gripper
Name's got bigger and my flow's got sicker
Got a brunette bird with the baddest of figures
And a perfect date, that's Cali and liquor
Take off her state then I put it right in her
Who's doing it, doing it again?
I want a house party to tear up the ken
Bring a few birds, nah fuck it, bring ten
Now bring ten more but they gotta be peng
Big YA, I've never asked for a handout
I seen it, I got it, I done it mysen
I'm in the crop house sorting the tents
I'll flip this flip then we're doing it again and again
I be ready for graft like "Where and when?"
Same shit now what we done back then
They all know that I'm blessed with the pen
And I gotta give thanks to the Lord, Amen
Can't say you ain't heard of me
I make adrenaline kick like a burglary
A lot of man chat like they wanna murder me
Until I line man up like Burberry
All of the boys from Bradford city
Put your hands up if you're rolling with me
All my grafters from the West Yorks region
Turn this up if you wanna go dinging
All of the boys from Bradford city
Put your hands up if you're rolling with me
All my grafters from the West Yorks region
Turn this up if you wanna go dinging