Paper

[Hook] I'm gonna get that paper I'm gonna get that paper Major, fuck never, cause now's better than later X8 [Verse 1] Look, I'm back I bun down the city Bad boy and I don't run round with Diddy Hardcore I don't dumb down for any If they ain't ready, tell 'em buy Jamie T, cause I'm heavy Bassline messy and yeah I go Glastonbury and wear wellies Cause I'm a known rapper, was no Fonejacker but I got the 'LCD' and it's HD ready Look, I'm sick of the comparisons already I listen when I square like Madison Rent mansions don't stay in the Radisson Any other rapper I'm bigger or badder than See I'm in a different league, I'm a different breed You're Championship, I'm Champions League Back in the day I was in that champion team Name on the back 'brap brap' like I was on stage In a rap bout 20-man deep, next that's Wembley, 20 pound seats cause I'm one of the best MCs to spit it UK or US fuck the critics You spray and you dress with no fittin' Look, I'm the hardest regardless See I'm on the road so they rolled out the red carpet So cool with my colourful glasses Limelight so I shine like varnish It's my time, I'm now you're past it You're an MC, I'm an artist And I'm still old school like a parting I'm still half in, the industry half in the streets And the mixtape market, so I'm still hungry like I'm fasting Tahahaha, to the bank I'm laughing [Hook] [Verse 2:] Look, I'm back I bun down the ends I come for pounds, you come out for pence I own the flow and no doughs left Landlord, I might come down for rent I come to my senses early on Now mammy's got that Hermes on, with her Vuitton Louis, case, mortgage paid This place I represent, these people I'm there for them These verses I recommend, you rewind and hear again You won't witness this again The MC spit so quick with such sense Such soul and success, Home Sweet Home, classic Fucking Illmatic, addict, Kane's still at it Don't make me prove this again That I'm the shit I'm the best, with all due respect But no disrespect, when you go right I go left I'm different, if you ask me I'm the people's champ like Ali [Hook] [Verse 3] Look, I'm better I'm greater Hot now, veteran later That's why your gettin them peanuts And I'll be gettin that paper I'm dark, I'm Vader, no stranger, I know what grime is I'm Legend like Will Smith where I live Cristian D's over the eyelids The shit we need to look the fliest Diamond rings and no TV licence Magnum Dom P n BT's cut off Stereotype, fuck that I'm a one off It's just one of the things I do Custom tracksuits and bling my shoes Cause I don't wanna live average, do you? I wanna hear everybody sing my tune like I'm gonna get that paper [Hook] Look, I make money, I make money money I don't, take money, I make money money I don't, make music just to make money money I make, big money, to give money money Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine Cause every day I'm hustlin I stay on my grind Hey I, I don't watch yours, so don't watch mine Cause every day I'm hustlin I stay on my grind