Estate war. What you got an aggy face for?. We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw. Taking advantage of the days without rainpour. We remain poor so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl. We like to cage more. Don't be a chicken. See me I'm feasably different. To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen. I had a sweet disposition. But I was still weak to convincing. Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs. And believe it will be it that they're bricking. They being the kids from the other estate. Not rivals in the sense that we hate. Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face. It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8. Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase. So let the games begin. Man I jumped in head first. An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth. Yes sir. Yeah no matter how little respect earnt. When I'd get burnt by the olders. They'd be hoping I would get tripping. Now they're bed ridden and I bed women. Have sex with them Cowgirl. Bed ridden Yeah sinning. Head spinning with our live set. And guys blinded by rep. Kinda wish that I was less driven. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means yeah. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means. Ay yo I take no prisoners. Take note scribble this. Brain flow limitless. Safe though listen in. I was digging away on minimum wage. Thinking of ways to position my face. Like what's going on. Teachers thought my potential was wasted. Hey kids it's all about faith in what you're making. I need more than these pre written pages. And hormones make me want girls to get naked. I don't want a bad bitch. I want a chick that will slap a guy if he calls her a bad bitch. That's it. I don't wanna glamourize this. If you do it well I think that your standards might slip. Up for a challenge. Head fully balanced. You and who's army I reckon I'll manage. Let em all have it. Homegrown talent. Yeah. So let the games begin. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means yeah. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means. Oi listen though. Yeah I don't even carry a weapon I got bars. Ain't rocking any tatoos but I got scars. Whole game's going berserk like it's not ours. Motherfuckers overlooking the work. I'm like Cha. Seriously can't fuck with the style or you'll get burnt. Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt. I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm. But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren't). A younger generation look at the game and it's all thugged out. Their bugged out their running their dumb mouth like. Oii. Feel free to hate on the way that this shits turned out. They're burned out shame that you weren't down but BOYY. Against all odds I blaze you bods. While you sit and reminisce about the days you was. It made you what. See the way you played yourself it's odd. So let the games begin. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means yeah. I'm no fool. I won't fall. I'm no fool. I won't fall. This means war. This means war. This means war. This means. Yeah boy mama didn't raise one. Been ill since phase one. Ya get I. Rizzle Kicks. Dabbler. Go fuck yourself. So let the games begin