I′m going in for the kill (It's Tekky)

I′m doing it for a thrill

Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand (Whyjay)And not let go of my-

You′d better mind out, we′re still here inside the 9

Yo, no privilege, but I had a option

To never be stuck up on the block then

More money, more problems

We don't get along like Arsenal, Tottenham

Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them

Gyal from North London

Said I made it

Big Russian, must come in function

Still make a rich man haffa back it and aim it

Chop it and shave it

Haters, nearly had a strop on my saving

I′ve popped and now they can't face it

Chased it, chased it until just made it, ooh (Ooh)

′Member when I couldn't buy food (Food)

′Member gyal lookin' up smooth (Smooth)

Lambo truck on the move (Buh!)

Should've rolled out in the proof

All of these guys wan′ tek ′way my life

But all of these gyal wan f with the 9

Get my loot in, the percentage of crime

Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9

All of these guys wan' tek ′way my life

But all of these gyal wan f with the 9

Get my loot in, the percentage of crime

Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9

Prada always treat me and my set like Gianfranco Zola

In N9, see me, I'm like Pep Guardiola

Even on street, see me was a soldier

Say they wanna be like me when is older

All this crud that my knees went weak

Man I put all my weight in a Rover

You can never be like me, no

Made a quarter milli′ last week, shows

Of course I gotta keep the right team close

Why they wanna see me D-I-E?

They know I ain't far from a beast

Run, everybody, run from police

All these brothers all talk in the streets (Pussies)

Brothers say they involved in the beef

Tom Ford suit now I′m feelin' all trendy

'Member when the wallet was empty (Money)

Copped these boots, feel Edouard Mendy

Real black brother in Chelsea

No talk, I′ll stay out field

I feel more hungry, makin′ a meal

I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill

Course I′m goin' in straight for the kill

All of these guys wan′ tek 'way my life

But all of these gyal wan f with the 9

Get my loot in, the percentage of crime

Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9

All of these guys wan′ tek 'way my life

But all of these gyal wan f with the 9

Get my loot in, the percentage of crime

Yeah, with a nine always so close to the 9

Old times in the ends

We were just ridin' on them

I looked the judge in the eye

And I just lied for my friend

I listen to these UK rappers

And they just lyin′ again (You liar)

I′m a rocker, I got bare haters

But I got fire fi dem

When we was young bruk fellas

Everybody was breddas (Mad)

It was cool till we made it, then everybody got jealous

I didn't get a dime from the block

Whether you like it or not

I′m going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh, I′m hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my-

I′m going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh, I'm hoping you′ll understand

And not let go of my-