None of That Stuff

On this ting from early
Shanking the balls on a hurly gurdy
Kick man down, he could never jack turf me
Man, I was on this ting in nursery
And I ain't stopped, my fans got bursty
Clap man down cause he said he wan' hurt me
From day one, shank strong and sturdy
Ease any man, I'll handle 30

Nah, you can't ask who's merky
Man have got gyal all moving thirsty
While we pop booze to the chin like a turkey
Beat man's head cause he said he wan' hurt me

Nah, you can't hurt me

Bread from my team like skirt, Alice Fergie

Told 'em already, said I told 'em already
When I'm out here, them boy dere ain't ready yet

Used to put my trust in a pagan
Now I don't trust nobody but FT

If it ain't FT, then I don't rate them
Send man to hell with the stainless Satan
Give green light so my dargs go blaze 'em

F blue lights cuh nuttin' don't faze 'em
If you've got heavy metal, then that sticks to the drum
You better clap something if you raise 'em
Say they strap hard but nitties, don't play them
Nuttin' but a deadbeat, worthless pagan
If you wanna do man something, don't talk on the subject

On sight, man better flame them
You could be in the mini cab
I'll smash the glass and out the whip, I'll trace them
If you're talking the hardest out right now
It's gotta be me that you're rating

When you hear FT on the tune, it's tough
Dem man are on some different stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
When you hear FT on the tune, it's tough
Dem man are on some different stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune

I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
None of that stuff

I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
None of that stuff
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff

If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff

Back in the day, they didn't wanna know me
Now they've got no choice

I went from the people's friend to the people's champ
To the people's voice
It's real like that, I'm built like that
Man wanna know why I feel like that

I said it's down to the blood type
That's why I fall right back
Counter attack
Got a new one called Counter Attack
Man said they couldn't see M on the pitch
So I came right back for the counter attack
Lethal thing, FT came to the game
Two years back but it's more than that
We've been doing this ting way before
Grime Survive and Merky's tag

I'm stacking the O's, talking pounds and pennies
TK, I've got bare food like a deli
Serving lanes, tryna get to the belly
When I wake up, I don't turn on my telly
The first thing I do is look at my celly
See the missed calls and I go get ready
Got a couple onions bagged up in 20s
Ain't going home till I ain't got any
Nah, I don't give a fuck about jezzies

But I like mine with jelly and a skelly
I'm out here getting this skrilla
So I park up quick, then I put it in the boat like ferry
Little bit of haze mixed with the blueberry

Bombay gin, no, I don't drink sherry
Family 20
Cuh the ting better name man, can't name any

When you hear FT on the tune, it's tough
Dem man are on some different stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
When you hear FT on the tune, it's tough
Dem man are on some different stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune

I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
None of that stuff

I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff
None of that stuff
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff

If it ain't fam who you treating on the tune
I don't wanna be hearing none of that stuff

Still going on dirt
Fam, I'm sicker than splurt
Couldn't really care about a bitch MC
You're a bitch MC, I'll whip up your skirt

Catch me and my FT going on dirt
Anywhere we go, dun know man search
Don't know 'bout dem boy dere, not certi
Looking at the strap like is he really worthy?
If you know six bar, I can hold 30
I don't want the boydem come try burn me
That's why more time, I keep it swervy
That's why man can't see, never heard me

It's 2013 and I know man that still wanna murk me

But I ain't gonna sit around, fam
And wait, I'll catch man first, G