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[Hook: Footsie] Yo What? Us man are big inna the game Man's putting in work dunkno man's big inna the game The look of my trainers yeah they’re big inna the game Dunkno the dunkno yeah man's big inna the game What? Big inna the game, dunkno What? Big inna the game, alright What? Big inna the game (inside) Big inna the game, big inna the game Dunkno man's big inna the game Big inna the game, dunkno man's big inna the game [Verse 1: D Double E] Speaking heights, catching flights Them manna still ride BMX bikes Them manna ride in next man's hype [?] make your head fly like kite That’s my bar they write (Na) rudeboy that’s not right There’s an MC that I’m not gonna lie Let me get a quick inside Them man are wet just like wet wipe You’re not big in the game You ain’t split no wig in the game You ain’t done one kick in the game Look at the work I’ve put in the game Well all this work I’ll put in your frame Should just stay in your lane Cah manna come through like a speeding train [Hook] [Verse 2: Frisco] Yeah man's big in it, big in it Skipping on the riddim can’t slide or slip on it This ting here manna bus’ Gotta hold it steady cah it’s got the wildest kick on it (sky) So who’s got it, gimme it I’m killing it, no time for the silly shit And when it comes to the bars I’m dumb And when it comes to the flows man know I’m the silliest Big Fris I get the busiest That’s why they say I be the wickedest ting outta grime Since Dizzee was murking I put pressure on them I put work in True I won’t stop till it’s hurting Big 45 in my jeans that’s working And man’s big inna the game That’s for certain, violate me and it’s curtains (Dunkno mans big inna the game x 2) [Verse 3: Footsie] You know me I’m big in this game See me with a ting She’s picking our frame Gyal told me that she’s got bare knowledge Cool, man soon get in her brain Manna moving fast can’t get in my lane If you’re writing a bar don’t put in my name Man can’t say my name or Double’s Trust me there’s gonna be some trouble Yeah, hold on cuz My leggie don’t get rolled on cuz I ain’t talking no roll on cuz I make a MC have to stroll on cuz Oi DJ, let that roll on cuz To the pussyholes: I don’t show no love I don’t show no fear Cos I done told man that everything’s dear, yeah [Hook]