[Verse 1: Plan B]
Look who signed to 679, it ain't no secret
That pussyhole white boy from Gate you used to beat up
Even though I made it now, I still can't leap up
You cunts just don't hear me, even when I speak up
Even when I'm spitting real shit, you're still like
"I don't feel it", make no noise at shows even when I kill it
You stay slating, this blatant hating going on is frustrating
But I'm still creating and making songs regardless
Cause I don't give a fuck about you bastards
Step to me on mic, I'll eat you then go back for afters
Clear you can rap and that but backing tracks don't make you artists
When I play live, I don't just sing and rap, I write guitar licks
It's acoustic music, but I still spit the hard shit
I'm on some dark shit, dead bodies in the boot of a car shit
This ain't no Nas shit, it's dark, sickening as fuck to rahtid
Dearly departed rolled up in a piece of carpet
I tell stories bout the darker side of life
Youts getting sliced by the next yout with a knife
It's not nice, but time you fucking took notice
Just drink to rife, no strife a life of crime is due psychosis
Those man'll know this, cause they're still going through the struggle
In the city not the suburb, people here don't live in bubbles
Don't get it muddled, money makes you what you are
That's why men you think are dickheads mostly drive expensive cars
[Hook: The Earlies]
Maybe I'll blow, or maybe I won't
Maybe I'll just spend my life living on the dough
Still I won't break down
Still I won't break down, still I won't break down
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Either way I'll struggle under pressure, I'll cope
Still I won't break down
Still I won't break down, still I won't break down

[Verse 2: Plan B]
If my time ain't now, even when my album's out
Without a shadow of a doubt, I ain't pulling out
I won't break down, (still I won't break down
Still I won't break down)
Go back? I can't, it's far too late now
Man already hating on me, plus they know my face now
Less I'm rolling deep or strapped, I can't go back to Gate now
It's fate now, will I fall through or crumble under pressure?
My subconscious says this is just a demon God has sent to test ya
Alpha omega, unpredictable like weather
The only thing for certain is forever
No more living life as if there's no tomorrow
If my time is borrowed, then everywhere I go death follows
But I won't live my life in fear of being swallowed
I accept the fact one day my soul will leave my body hollow
In the past for years, I've been a man of constant sorrow
Since I signed this record deal, I've kept it real, not followed
No ink in my lyrics, just blood, sweat and tears
I've been through the worst years, stabbed in the back
By my so-called friends and disregarded by my peers
Cause shit that's said when I ain't there always ends up in my ears
One way or another, you snakes will show me your true colour
And when you do, every single one of you will suffer
You cunts
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Plan B]
So what's the story, morning glory? It's gory
Not only was she raped and killed but elderly and poorly
I've only just woke up and already something's drawn me
Into thinking dark thoughts that cut deep like someone bored me
That's the difference, shit affects me
I can't just feel no way, turn the page and sip my Tetley's
Sip my Tetley's, keep on buttering my toast
I've got to exorcise this demon cause it haunts me like a ghost
I'm more deep than most, some take me literally
Some take me with a pinch of salt, but how big's a pinch of salt?
Man are quietly impressed but still don't think I'm dope
Or man think I'm dope and everything I say's a joke
All the same though, be on your Ps and Qs like Kano
Cause when I set my targets, I don't aim low
I aim so my fist connects straight with your face, bro
Till it don't look right, like white girls who wear their hair in [?]

[Hook x2]