Jammy - Rapture 4D, P Money, Killa P

I checked my connect, he said «P, what’d you fancy?»

Open the car boot, this must be Hamley’s

Man know what I get like when I’m angry

Got better toy stories to tell than Andy’s

I be rolling with a Birmingham don

Up and down the country, man are moving anti

Money and other tings stashed at his auntie’s

Man’s gotta make it by doing this

'Cause me singing ain’t gonna be no plan B

Two shots, watch them all pour cranberry

I be in the rave with Danny who might be on pills

Couple lines or maybe just mandy

But he’s handy and his bag comes in handy

If he disappears and you try a ting

Whether or not you drink, I’ll lick you with brandy

and phone Candice

I told them

I’ve got connects in Manny

En route to my new ting’s addy

I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi

They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi

I know real OGs from South

That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family

I don’t talk, man recognise real

You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy

Yo, P Money and a Killa, it’s a madness

Man never thought this would happen

Like the first time that you heard Killa and Badness

Shut down the place, it’s a madness

Unnu dun know 'bout mi sound

Me make 'nuff teeth scatter pon ground

Unnu can’t diss P Money nuh Killa for realla

The realest cuh we run the town

We run the place

We will tie up a boy just like shoelace

Put gunshot inna mout' just like toothpaste

travel just like a suitcase

Anna nuttin' fi di Killa man set di pace

Anna nuttin' fi P Money run di race

Know say mi gun dem venomous

Buy my gun dem fi 110 of us

I’ve got connects in Manny

En route to my new ting’s addy

I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi

They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi

I know real OGs from South

That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family

I don’t talk, man recognise real

You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy

I’ve got connects in Manny

En route to my new ting’s addy

I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi

They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi

I know real OGs from South

That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family

I don’t talk, man recognise real

Killa P, P Money, stop your noise

Lady Chann pon the track on time

Think clearly, don’t fantisise

Lyrical skeng in a female guise

This here ah di queen of the UK grime

Spin the track with 'nuff rewind

Spin the track with 'nuff rewind

We tell dem, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo, we lock dat

Ice cream, come freeze up dat

You nuh hear me?

Peel it back

Step back, we nuh tek backchat

Clart back in your tracks and brap

Strip it down, make you walk in socks

Flow natty, dreadlock

Unnu time, don’t start watch clock

I’ve got connects in Manny

En route to my new ting’s addy

I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi

They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi

I know real OGs from South

That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family

I don’t talk, man recognise real

You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy

I’ve got connects in Manny

En route to my new ting’s addy

I’m rolling with smoke in an Addi

They ain’t even got a fistful of ammi

I know real OGs from South

That won’t let you kill a P 'cause I’m family

I don’t talk, man recognise real

You was on a bread ting, you’re jammy