[Intro]

Sounds of the Sir

[Chorus]

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too

[Verse 1]

Trap, trap, trap lines gone and the trap's gone too Triceps gone and my traps gone too

Now you wear tracksuits listening to "That's Not Me" But we all know that's not you

Said you've got a new flow, that's not new

When you sound like me but you spray like you

If we've got beef then I'm bringing out Marvel Man better know I'm bring Capcom too

Man did Belgium twice in a week Then I flew Bordeaux for a slice of the cheese

So many shows that a man can't sleep

I ain't even really got time for a beat

Mummy said "Go son, go boy, eat"

Did it on my own no scam, no cheat

No label, no chat, no meet

All love here, no gap, no sweet

Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they're nothing

But I still rep for the West End streets

I'll never get a G check from a neek

Now I've got bread don't think we can beef

Yeah, if I do well, they attack

Trust me, I'm never going out whack

My Spanish miss said I'm gonna fail 'cause I'm brown Bet you thought I was gonna say black

[Chorus]

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too

[Verse 2]

I ain't really tryna be political

I've got an impact and it's physical

I am not a role-model rudeboy

Don't follow me and don't hang from my lyrical

You've got bare art but it's digital

So don't try to send for the London Prince

To win's nothing less than a miracle

Man will get a lift like it's spiritual Man will get a lift like a boss man

Five star 'cause he had an aux in the Uber

Didn't even hit him that hard and he dived 'cause you're a diver Like you've got a snorkel or a scuba

Remember my roots, pulled a maneuver

Went in the door, cleaned up like a hoover

Don't get excited because I left radio sets

If I ever walk in, I'm Akuma Nah, Frieza, Cell, Buu, Broly

Still got friends that'll leave man holey

And I've got friends on the deen all holy

I did the grief, on my friend's guacamole Mole blud, mole

Mates pulled up, blood, pulled 'way

I ain't got a CV but if I did It would say that I'm all about cream like Olay

[Chorus]

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too

Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through

Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true

I'm not second but I am top two

See me in the club with the team dem Blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too