No Title - Te Dness, Stormzy, Big 6ix

Need new shoes on my feet

And my mummy need to eat

And my pops need some weed

So how the fuck am I asleep

How am I supposed to sleep

And how am I supposed to keep my head up in these streets

I had to sky the coupe

Still got birds like its a coop

I gotta go and get it what am I supposed to do

I phone up 6ix I aks him «How's it soundin'?»

You ain’t a gangster you just hang around 'em

My brother’s counting paper he’s still countin'

Yeah I’m the boss come link me up 10 Downin'

Had a seat, I’m voting for it Labour

I got raided it was in my neighbours

I’m getting paper, getting paper

Blocks my restaurant I serve 'em like a waiter

Way up

Only girl I ever loved was Nina

I’m searching for my shorty have you seen her?

I heard she creeping round the block but on the D-low

I heard she moved up in life now she a kilo

You’re fucking with 6ix then you’re fucking with me

You’re fucking with Chris then you’re fucking with T

She fuck me then leave, baby girl fucking the team

I ain’t buyin' her weed, I told her that nothin' is free

I came a long way from the past with a few of my dawgs

Plans for a million I’m blowing dope out the view from the Shard

They claiming they heavy but they ain’t comparing to us

I’m hearing the talk and I’m deadin' to laugh

Can tolerate talk but I dare you to start

I don’t even like listening to them but I pause tracks bring it back listening

again

You can tell them boys been listening to Ness

A bag of my tings while they sittin' on the net

A bag of bad talk while they sittin' on their ends

Shorty fuckin' with me now she shittin' on her ex

Hulk Hogan I start rippin' off a vest

Cross price for a Zed what I’m hittin' on a bench

Check one, check two can I make an announcement?

Shit’s getting so crazy I need an accountant

I’m back on my shit, I just got back from the mountains

Had a talk with the gods, I took a sip from the fountain

I need control of my life, the devil keep calling on me

Been in bando two months, can’t’t put forty on me

Man talk shit 'til I get them, niggas only win when I let them

Might link my bro D from the Section

Summertime flexin' we flexin'

Heart dark like my complexion

Rar-tar yeah that’s my preference

Fast car dip through the West End

Since she met Stormz she ain’t worry 'bout her ex men, no way