DRAKKERSDRAKKERSGrew out the pies, it was me, WileyTalked about rhythms that are made by meBut I didn't have any rhythm in the tank, thoughThat's why man had to phone up, gee, I sold vinylNow I sell MP3s, and along with them, yeah, I sell CDsWhen I get a haircut, shape-ups rightCan't look like a 50-inch LCDI got time on my address*** me my hand, but grind me a fan to us in a full circleThey look into your life, don't matter if it's personalCould be good, could be hurtfulYeah, it's all human instinctsWe're just following human imprintsWe think we started this, started thatWhen you look on the real side, we're wrong in an instantYou ain't gonna get anywhere with all that hate in your heartDon't wanna take too much on the grand legacy, so I'm taking a partWhat you gonna do musically?No, it's not all about making your markWell, I'm back where I wanna beIt's not about money, I'm chasing the artWhen I'm chasing, I'm chasing, I won't stop chasingNo system is gonna block the creationI'm a grime king and a king of conversationsNot a grass, I don't need compensationI'd be further if I was more patientLike waiting for the trains at Euston StationAlways in a race for the timingI ain't gonna win, but I'm racingI run up on the stage like, bangCame with a plasticDidn't even wanna be a lyricalBut I said where I'm standingCould've been strandedIf I never worked every day, then I'm unhandedSome dons, they don't wanna work thoughWhile I'm here sitting with a workloadEven though I didn't get paid any money for my first showsIn music, I got a name that the world knowsYou ain't gonna get anywhere with all that hate in your heartDon't wanna take too much on the grime legacySo I'm taking a partWhat you gonna do musically?Now it's not all about making your markWell, I'm back where I wanna beIt's not about money, I'm chasing it upDon't throw shots, cause I won't throw shotsWe can throw pans, or we can throw potsWe can throw houses, we can throw shopsI don't give a damn, because I've seen a whole lotI said don't throw shots, I won't throw shotsWe can throw keys, or we can throw locksWe can throw stones, or we can throw rocksI don't give a damn, because I've seen a whole lotI said don't say nothing if you ain't seen somethingJust come and I call, don't press my buttonIt's a hot gun to my side, it will carry manPepperman, just like manEvery now and then we gotta make an exceptionWhen done stormed the game that stormed the Asc RyuScene went quiet for a whileBut now we are heading in the right directionYou ain't gonna get anywhereWith all that hate in your heartDon't wanna take too much on the gramNigga see, so I'm taking a partWhat you gonna do musically?Now it's not all about making your markWell, I'm back where I wanna beIt's not about money, I'm chasing it upYou ain't gonna get anywhereWith all that hate in your heartDon't wanna take too much on the gramNigga see, so I'm taking a partWhat you gonna do musically?Now it's not all about making your markWell, I'm back where I want to beIt's not about money, I'm chasing it offI'm telling youHeyBa-ba-ba-ba-ba-bangBa-ba-ba-ba-ba-bangTrackers