Ding Ding Ding - JME, President T

Ding-ding-ding!

Man in Meridian, I mean man with gwop

Man try diss my whip?

Two days later, they wanna swap

Not really down with the trance and pop

I know man that will come to your dance and chop

Greatest hits, greatest hits, platinum chair?

Greatest sits

This game will be dead, if the greatest quits

I can see nerves, when the greatest spits

You can ask Jamie, Commercial Road, wow

There’s another commercial sold

And I came through with a commercial load

How you gonna stand on road with no fixed abode

You must be breaking the code

How you gonna move into greatness without the skill

Back in Meridian, I had a mill

Now it’s like, everybody nil

Somebody’s gonna get life, next thing you know

Everybody squeal, yeah

Don’t come to my door start raising tones

I will start raising chromes

One to your shoulder, one to your toes

I mean, straps that are bigger than Tobz

Came from a town of afros, not any combs

Tottenham to Manny, President roams

Yeah I got ice, yeah I got cream, not any cones

Now we got man, wanna spy on drones

Ding-ding-ding!

One punch, shout out to my dons in cunch

But just like K. A, that ain’t the ting man does

In hindsight, there’s so many paths that I could’ve taken

Coulda took, coulda tooken

Coulda got jook, coulda jooken

Fam, I didn’t wanna blaze no spliff and definitely didn’t wanna snort no sniff

I wanted to kick ball, but man was shit

Mandem getting locked away, boydem weren’t fucking about

I said to myself like your boy DJ Akademiks, «I'm out!»

Have you ever been on a big screen on main stage eating bare grapes and chucked

them

I will never leave this sick team no, it’s family, BBK, I love them

Remember please, that this was a dream when I was a little teen writing my name

in the dungeon

I was 17, spitting 16's in N15 for teenagers in London

We ain’t the same, man watched Yourofsky and actioned it the same day

Been through pain, got evicted, Mum had to stay with Auntie Elaine

Now it’s all changed, now loss of life is the only meaning of pain

Think it’s a game?

Man shut down Wireless and parked the whip backstage

Pull up the tune, I make the Tesla pull up on the drive

Neighbours stare like look at this goon

No matter where I reside, man’s from T just like three, two

Man’s from T just like two, three

Man’s from T just like two, two

Man’s from T just like MT

You’re so slow, let me explain if you don’t know

That’s Wretch, Cas, Cel and Frisco

You can’t test man from these postcodes

New school G’s tryna buy success

Too much spending, not enough winning

Stunting online living that fake life

Too many photos, not enough living (hmm)

Know Boy Better

I stay cold in more ways than ever

I wear shorts and t-shirts whether or not it’s shorts and t-shirts weather

I don’t wanna chat, bare man tryna make eye contact

Man wanna latch, like say we go way back, asking «Where's Wiley at?»

(kmt) God knows, keep me away from these fassyoles

We all commute on the same roads

Man don’t care 'bout gang or bro

Man try run up on me, ten toes?

You’ll be limping home, eight toes

V-gang yeah, so no beef but corn on the curb so everybody knows

(Hmm kmt) Hmm?

Bars