Maaad - Streets Made Innovators, Merky Ace, Leon Vandol

Everyone talk good game

But it don’t really faze me (nah)

Dem man dere ain’t mad like Max

Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never)

And dem gyal wotless

Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting)

Where’s your father?

Man ain’t no sponsor

Eff you, pay me

Two man deep in a rusty

ACE with the Smith, brats with a crutchy

Thinking you’re mad like Max?

Then you must be

You can take a nap right here with the dust, B

I hit the sack with a great ting that’s busty

Big back brown ting, tell her draw the curtains

Touch, get crunched down, then I do the dip

in side pocket with zip

Stash box inna whip

Bun twelve, I don’t slip

Reasoning 'bout seasoning

On the phone with Santoro, that’s VI

Ting what me have are a magnum PI

Turners turn a big man to a knee-high

Me nuh inna rough talk, watch when you see I

Or watch when I rendezvous with your peoples

Talk that tark, you don’t know what road is

Screaming «you tek it too far» when I scold him

Steading the ting like

Heavy in the ting like boulder

And dem man struggle with bowling

It’s not their phone that I’m phoning

Ring the doorbell when they’re home in

Bare time, you must be joking

Can’t chill when I’m on that, ghosting is what you should do

Cause I’ll zone in on your location

Then I roll in, camp outside, push inside

Ting called home controlling

They didn’t like me when I made phones ring

And shot 'nuff, bring bros in

Now I’m out here, they’re all moaning

Too tough, careful what you wish for

They say grind less and just spit more

Don’t wanna know what you tek this ting for

Beef less, mince more, flog ting

Swing jaw, kick door, think raw

Not no more, said you got turners, you ain’t got no four

Too busy talking on the phone with skettel

Mine turns skin inna sting like nettles

You nuh wan' see Max get M-A-D

Everyone talk good game

But it don’t really faze me (nah)

Dem man dere ain’t mad like Max

Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never)

And dem gyal wotless

Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting)

Where’s your father?

Man ain’t no sponsor

Eff you, pay me

Man are chiefed up right down to the posture

Real recognise imposter

Know real Gs from the east like Trubs and Foster

Got a nice car but you ain’t no mobster

Go out for a meal, get slumped in your lobster

Certified badman, you weren’t on the roster

Likkle man can get his wig left in Devon, at his mum’s house or in Poplar

I’ll never run from a war like Sickers

Stick it on a likkle man’s chest like

Good behaviour stickers

Par with dem boy dere?

I’ll karma dem boy dere

Straight out of Lewi, not Swindon

Turning some grub what the don’s on

Try it, then I spin him in the air like Rondon

I licked out his car windows

And found his home address on his Tom-Tom

Checkmate

Man are outchea, me nuh care what no fed say

Might tell a dead ting that she’s wifey

To use her house to go park off this kway

Thug but you ain’t caused harm till this day

Something in my palm cause this, mate

Roll it in my wrist till I’m sleeping, woke up with wrist ache

Soak it in 'gnac overnight, 'bout it’s fake

Took it off dome cause he’s chick-made

Lewisham, Gaza, come like Whipsnade

And dem gyal could never have my yout

Got a big butt but when’s the last time

A hot milk in that yard’s been made?

Let’s take it back to when I had a skin fade

Gyal came my hood

Deep times, it’s two weeks since I did baid

Real T boy, no kid’s play

Blue Battlefield, not mixtape

Trade big break, not brick-lay

Bermondsey, not Brick Lane

Wrap it all up, then switch place

TG to the sale

Mad Max is ACE

Baow, baow

Mad Max, get bax

Tizzy Gang

Everyone talk good game

But it don’t really faze me (nah)

Dem man dere ain’t mad like Max

Dem boy dere not merky like ACE, B (never)

And dem gyal wotless

Lying on their back, bawling like a baby (joke ting)

Where’s your father?

Man ain’t no sponsor

Eff you, pay me