[Intro]
Yeah, President T, greatest to ever touch down like I always say
Yeah, ok

[Verse 1]
How many stones can I sell in 48 hours?
I mean flats, maisonettes and towers
It's not a game, it's like a full time job
I know man that'll handbag snatch, 8 in the morning
I know man that'll blatantly rob, I know man that'll blatantly steal
I know man all 6 foot 8 and claim to be real, then I left so much scars on his face, even the son of God failed to heal
Back in the day, when chips and cod was a meal
Sorry, I was in West
What was my name? Stone flakes
Yeah I had food but I was cakes
He tried to diss, he must be smoking
I've got a hundred bars
Lyrically choking, says he got charlie, but it ain't got any coke in
Never ever gonna be fixed, lyrically broken
More handy than a coupon or a milk token
I mean, I said, wow
You're like the best in Britain, all these tigers but when it comes down to the crunch, all I see is a kitten
Kill off killy! One of the words that I've written
"Geezer listen to this!" Do you call it a track?
One more word out of him and I'll call it a slap, kick off your door
But where I'm from, man will call it a tap
I suggest you call it a wrap, I said every time I hear those bars I'm gonna collapse
If you don't know which window's mine look for the one with the cracks, said look for the one with the cracks
Ok, don't forget
We are the best, yeah, I ain’t gotta go Brum or Manny to prove it
I was like, I was like, old school brudda
Yeah, swing, solved, groove it
We are the best, I ain’t gotta lie to my fans to get any love
When push comes to shove, I was like, I was like, hit him up with a bear hug
And then start to squeeze
They were like, they were like, talking breeze
I was like, I was like, sitting with Alicia, but it weren’t Keys
She’s just fucking with a n***a for the Ps
All these goons wanna talk about whites and B's
But they don’t really know about the birds and the bees
They get a hundred kill off killies
[Outro]
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