Ready For This

[Verse 1] They never took my name like it won't get back to me Them bwoy dem they can't chat to me Which one of them are actually active? Bare sky shots and no accuracy Am I lookin for beef? (Nah) Am I on this ting? But if it goes down? I react naturally I go zero to one hundred nigga real quick! Oh now I think about it, gradually Who’ you tryna peel? I ain't no tangerine I ain't no knob that’s why they can't handle me Cannibal like Anthony The other day I bumped into man I ain't seen in about 5 years Randomly He said to me if I ever need a (rekekeke) he’s got a factory [Skit] What are you looking for, Reggie? We've got everything you need here. Grenades, handguns, shotguns... I'll even throw in a couple of shells as well for you, son [Verse 2] I don’t wanna carry it, ain't a chariot Got a four-five don’t make me Dirty Harry it I ain't havin’ it, this one’s for use not a cabinet Even though it’s immaculate Not for long though, I might run up in your condo And lick of your head like Strongbow Fuck that I don’t need no gun for ya Its combo after combo Still gonna feel like I hit 'em with the shotty Not the sawed off but the longnose Man I got… Man I got niggas from yard Got niggas from Ghana and Congo Man I got… Man I got niggas from everywhere Ready to retaliate pronto [Verse 3] Artillery and ammunition Any man in my position ain't safe in any manor in Britain I've gotta hammer cause there's man in my division All the kids are banging before they're banging any women They use to think I never had any ambition Fifteen I was fucked up with paddy in a prison Everyday I thank god for the talent I was given Man dem had a hard time understanding my decisions I was bait and raggo Now i'm on the straight and narrow Life's based on the shit that you go through Age dont make you an adult I need to quit smoking skunk Or downgrade to high grade The haze keeps making me paro A man a move like a lightweight I dont know how I stay focused Among the Cobras hyenas, and vultures I be in the belly of the beast like I’m Jonas and still I built an empire like the Romans Remember, it was me Wiley, Wretch, Skepta and Scorcher spitting bars on Roman That was the golden era of grime What a moment, I never picked music, I was chosen How the fuck am I still going in like this? Can you believe how old I am? They weren’t sure when I said I was the one back then But now they know I am Shut your mouth I’m on the phone I am Big money deal, worth dough, I am And I still wear Ice Just so they know how cold I am