Jet plane headed up to the sky
Spread wings in the clouds getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London
I do deals but I never get twanged
Moves that ain't ever been planned
No goons that were never in gangs
Where I'm from chat shit get banged
Where I'm from chat shit let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah it's sick how it fits in my hand
I don't mix with the glitz and the glam
All these stupid pricks on the 'Gram
I don't do online beef or neeky grime beef
I'm way too G'd up to beef with grime neek
I bought an AP to help me time keep
My shooter ride deep he moves when I speak
My shooter ride he shoot a guy
Leave you wet like you scuba dived
We were younger then and now we're unified
South London boys
Get you crucified I'm gone
It's that time
Big Mike and Teddy are on grime
I wanna try new things
They just want me to sing
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
And now I'm back in the bits with my guy
Give me a packet of crisps with my pint
I hit my friends up go straight to the pub
'Cause I haven't been home in time yes I
But that's my fault
Grossed half a billi' on the Divide Tour
Yes I ain't kidding what would I lie for?
But now I'm back on the track with Big Michael
He said Teddy never get off your high horse
And never let 'em take your crown
I've been away for a while
Travelled a million miles
But I'm heading back to
London town right now
Jet plane headed up to the sky
Spread wings in the clouds getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London
Bass high middle nights ceilin' low
Sweat brow drippin' down when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home
So take me back to
Birmingham 0121 stand up
You better tell them the hooligan's here
My team can't lose when I'm here
Outside quick twos and a beer
You see me when I choose to appear
Just paid a few bag for my carpet
Blud take off your shoes when you're here
Yo I can turn boos into cheers
Tiptronic man cruise through the gears
Rep blues when I'm here
It's Brum
Fam are you dumb?
Red red wine or you want a redrum
You can be forty you don't wanna war me
End of story you're gunna get spun
Man smoke weed 'til my whole head's numb
Don't talk greaze cos I won't take none
VIP in my own section
Wild wild west with the old western it's Brum
Old school raving back to scally
And the AP packed with gally
Take me back to Manny
Blacked out Roll full of yack and maggy
And a S3 boot full of packs of Cali
Hit the booth man slap it snappy
Bap bap that's that track wrapped I'm happy
Some man are blessed some are bad and trappy
Gets cold up north pack your hat and trackie'
Huh man was made to set pace
Young Aitch I came for first place
Made a change to get paid
Fam I stayed in my lane
And came with that flame
Day to day we on stage
Make my K then I skate
And catch the next plane
Baking up when I wake
Rake it up get it saved
It's make it or break
It's make it or break
Human man still make a mistake
Mad now Aitch just made a mixtape
Told Jaykae to make the next eight
We 'bout to set pace'
I can't get about no more it gets bait
And I don't get head no more I get face
She don't want him no more she wants Jay
And she don't want me no more
She wants Aitch
Jaykae make a lot of P
Go straight there if that's where I've got to be
Wait stop pop my collar I'm a G
5 million minimum what I wanna see
And anything I'm gonna put that to bed
Tell mumsy that I'm on a track with Ed
Aim this one at your head
Write bars with a pen on a pad
When the battery's dead
Jet plane headed up to the sky
Spread wings in the clouds getting high
We ain't hit a rave in a while
So take me back to London
Bass high middle nights ceilin' low
Sweat brow drippin' down when in Rome
No town does it quite like my home
So take me back to London