Invincible - Merky Ace, Ego, Faze Miyake

If you wanna come against us

You better have links to the army

A tank and a jet and a World War vet

If not, you’d be straight up barmy

Family Tree, man know what it is

We ain’t inna the malarkey

You better be invincible

If you wanna harm me

Back, I’m badder, no chain swinging

Fresh and 'gnac, I’m sipping it

If man wanna come here hyping, I’ll swinging

I’m way too deep for some of these dibby likkle MCs

Begging to dash, I’ll liff him

Never had much back then so I went up stinging

Been on the food and singing

The rest is winning, you know me, darg

I’m way too effed, no need for a bringing

So FT, yeah, my whole team’s winning

Still not part of the get along gang

So me and these MC guys ain’t grinning

Nah, I don’t slack, I stay on my stuff

Ain’t changed one bit so you know I ain’t slipping

I’m so course for the money, I swear

Seen so many get near and lose gripping

Nothing like back then, fam, keep wishing

Dem guy dere keep talking my name

But I don’t fool for their fishing

Got left back in '010, keep wishing

Nah, I ain’t cool, I ain’t tryna be friends with no one

I ain’t doing this ting here to blow, son

Pagans talk smack

Till I leave their headback gone, missing

If you wanna come against us

You better have links to the army

A tank and a jet and a World War vet

If not, you’d be straight up barmy

Family Tree, man know what it is

We ain’t inna the malarkey

You better be invincible

If you wanna harm me

Not MMG

But like Meek Milly, I’m chasing dreams

'013, all about music creams

Tryna get funds in my Barclays

But I still wanna trap, generate them Gs

Shoebox money from them dirty fiends

Everyday I’m out here chasing the cream

Same time, tryna dodge HMP

Tryna break bread with my Family Tree

But I’ve got pagans tryna hate on me

You can get shelled down on your own street

If I turn that red light to green

All I wanna do is shut down raves

Turn that dirty money to clean

There ain’t one better than my team

Takeover, when we drop that CD

Then man will know

No one’s better than TKO

Shif or ACE

MIK and E-G-O

stones and then juggling stones

Feeling hot, got a booming phone

I’ve got a young G that’s loose with chrome

So, touch one of mine, that’s two in dome

If you wanna come against us

You better have links to the army

A tank and a jet and a World War vet

If not, you’d be straight up barmy

Family Tree, man know what it is

We ain’t inna the malarkey

You better be invincible

If you wanna harm me

Yo, bet you never thought I would make beats

Mix them tight, then go and touch mic

Strongest team in the game

FT got man on a hype

Ain’t no joke, bruv, I say what I said

When I say that, it ain’t no lie

Now I do music, I’ve got big dreams

And none of 'em involve crime

I make quick tunes and sell 'em to DJs

Fam, that’s instant play

I dropped «Take Off»

Now promoters wanna put me on a plane

Girls from back in the day wanna ask how I am

Well, I can’t complain

Still got no whip, riding shotty with a chick

Getting brain that drives me insane, I’m still the same

Four-eyed yout with the baitest boat

I had to go ghost

Ask anyone that I know

No Young Spray but I’m realer than most

I was burning bread before I got hot

And I don’t mean toast

Fell on my face, went broke

But I’m not going back, G, that is the oath

West side flow, west coast, oh

If you wanna come against us

You better have links to the army

A tank and a jet and a World War vet

If not, you’d be straight up barmy

Family Tree, man know what it is

We ain’t inna the malarkey

You better be invincible

If you wanna harm me

Look

Them man can’t fuck with the team

Are you mad?

Crazy?

Are you off of your bean?

Man said he was a shooter, I was like «seen»

You can get touched by the wickedest beam

FT, we be the wickedest team

Dem man nuh ready for the Family Tree

Nuh, dem man nuh ready for the A-C-E or E-G-O

When we come through, yeah, man better know

Catch me in the dance getting waved off Henny

Little bit of Jäger, little bit of cro

If it ain’t FT then I don’t know

Cuh if it ain’t FT, I don’t wanna know

All I know is mash up the show

When I spray big bars, oi, listen up, boom

B-double-O-M (boom)

B-double-O-M (boom)

Came in the game '010 (trust)

Ditched couple pagans again

So next year, can’t see dem man again

So RIP to a pagan friend

Didn’t wanna do it how we did it back then

But they wanna try do it like we did it, set trend

I rep FT to the end

If you wanna come against us

You better have links to the army

A tank and a jet and a World War vet

If not, you’d be straight up barmy

Family Tree, man know what it is

We ain’t inna the malarkey

You better be invincible

If you wanna harm me

Yo, right now you’re in tune to the best MCs

In the game, that’s Family Tree

Six man deep in the rave

You’d better behave or it’s family beef

Some don’t like it when I start talking

All that cakey stuff

But when I was a yout, I didn’t have much

That’s why I do it, bruv

Girls wanna DM me for the D-I-C

That’s groupie love

Got a girl at home with a heart of gold

She cooks me food and stuff

Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re black

With a little splash of reddish

Man wanna know why I’ve got so much

I said «it must be a fetish»

BLT when I’m hungry, G

And I’m talking extra lettuce

We hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Real talk, my mandem are peckish

Family Tree be the best MCs in the game

It’s overly bait

Been on the grind from early

And trust me when I say none of us skate