I've never seen my dog waste a day of her life Every day she wakes up with just love in her eyes Me I can't relate, 'cause I struggle at times But she'll wag her tail just because I'm alive She's like me, she loves you but never replies She's got playful, affectionate, and devilish sides I know you can't compare all of our lives to dogs but Ignorance is bliss to be settled with life If you could look me dead in her eyes And I'm not dead in her eyes, I guess I'm dead in disguise Freeman passed away, now he's dead in disguise If I've had a lot to drink, I'd crave bellin' him twice De Serrano in my cup, I'd add a lemon and ice End it on a double like I'm Gerwin Price Every time I feel normal, I just get a surprise Because the truth is, the truth will get buried in lies When I was little, every car journey stuck in the middle But these days, I've never needed car journeys for that Everybody's heard a story, they ain't heard of the facts Got my back to the world, I got the world on my back It's like I tell myself that I'm stuck and in trouble Every time it's straight back to fuck it, get double I know it sounds mad, but I just hope it seems subtle To sugarcoat my peace of mind, you're left with sweet fuck-all I fear a lot of things, but not karma Live in blue shadows, cold parma Intentions are pure, I just wish it would work harder Fuck Boris Johnson, I struggle with Keir Starmer Like tryna choose between vomit or warm lager I work my way, I don't know if I work smarter Honest in a booth, then joke to the world after Feels like drugs when causing a girl's laughter Mandy in my Rizzo, I vomit like Pearl Harbor Labels on my neck like new hoodies He don't know my mind, but why would he? Tryna stitch me up, like how could he? I just wanna live my life and never do a nine-to-five If he could give his privacy away, then why should he? That's where I'm at, bro, never change a fat bro Think I'm losing contact with my backbone I'm comfy when I'm at home, I'm tryna buy a gaff, though Money rules the world, but your heart is where it's at, though What future did we build for? Hidden to see Tryna tell me I'mma live with no fish in the sea Tryna tell me that integrity is a thing of the past What if I don't wanna work? What if I just wanna dance? My friends are more important than any deal will ever be Half can't cook, but for disaster, they're a recipe I love it, never rise above it These days my therapy is be kind, smile Say fuck it, cause I've never seen my dog waste a day of her life Every day she wakes up with just love in her eyes And me, I can't relate, 'cause I struggle at times But she'll wag her tail just because I'm alive She's like me, she loves you, but never replies She's got playful, affectionate, and devilish sides I know we can't compare all of our lives to dogs but Ignorance is bliss to be settled with life (life-life-life) Yo-yo, This is Sio and this is day This is day four of the Sombra family holiday in America

3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Some MCs come with the wickedest talk But really, dem man chat crap Acting like a donny but they don't know 'bout tracks When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts I don't put myself in places If I weren't there then I weren't, let's face it If you weren't there then you weren't, that's basic I kill 'em with the realest shit and they hate it I'm a diffuser, can't act tougher than you are round me I've got youts dem tougher than you are round me I nearly died for the game, that's right But some spitters ain't nuttin' around me I was getting 'em hype while you was touching your lighter I was killing the mic there on the motherfucking beat None of you are bad round me, it's not only about me though Let me give a shoutout to my scene [?], that's a rider for real MCs Me and Wiley in a clash, that's a real MC Hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG I said hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG Mad, reload ting Pop, pop, pop, that's a reload ting And when I say "it's Kano in the house" Everybody knows that's a reload ting If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when And you ain't on a kilo ting I don't wanna hear about [?] food and tings Man don't do those tings On-sight, thought he was onside, init Saw them guys, no shots fired, init If you ain't real then don't ride, init That postcode, that's offside, init Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft Dem man are [?], us man are kosher I've been that nigga since [?] loafers When kids dem didn't give a fuck about olders Man don't care 'bout fathers Man just care 'bout figures Man don't care 'bout yards Man just care 'bout Bimmers Man don't care who's hard Man just care if it's blinging Man don't care 'bout masks Man'll do it bare-face, init We don't do none of that bare-face fibbing The realest shit on your airwaves, init 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100 Yeah, G goes in Mad three-pointer, free throw ting Bitches looking at me on a keyhole ting I'm a gasser and a gentlemen, G hosting I'm a skinny nigga [?] so slim [?] when the D goes in Man are getting money, type the keycodes in Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin? Fuck that, [?], we backed 'em up Now it's game-giving if it's facts, I aks them up I'm man of the match, I matched it up And I'm with the bats, I patched it up Sitting in the trap with hash to cut Sitting in the [?] with crack to cut I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up I hit him with the [?], then backed the truck Gully, I'm so slim K, Hollow, [?] Can't look inside a nigga's whip, the windows tint Better take the weight, better link those drinks [?] better leave those simps [?] with the clip, I'm gonna teach those chimps Man a put it on [?] see those wimps I'm finished with the little nigga, he's so rinsed [?], I'm king And he's no prince I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping And then leave no prints I said that, that, that, that's me And yes, he's so skint I'm in the matte black 350 With [?] beef go mince If you don't look after your own yout, boy You're not a direct rudeboy If you're in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy You're not a direct rudeboy Bow Street, just bought brand new goods One you man can't get, a new toy That's why a man's [?] just preed him Sent me a direct, rudeboy 16 bars in effect Take this pen to your neck And just [?] man with it Cash rules everything around me That's word to a Method Man lyric Yeah, I roll deep in the East But I still might Mega Man with it Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it Cheques, we get it, cash and collec' it That likkle pellet, that nah gon' mek it Rest his head in that man's spaghetti Yout dem are menace, nuttin' like Dennis Man got stripped and even got credit Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it And run from pigs, don't even watch Peppa Real go-getter, geezers know better But geezers [?] Skinner Don't resort to violence, no, never Man just start with violence, go figure Eat man's food before man eat dinner Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor Left that [?] for my nigga 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100

This is This is This is what it means when DJs reload it This is what it means When DJs reload it This is what it means when DJs reload it Reload it DJs reload it DJs DJs Reload it It's Kano in the house Look, nuff MCs just ain't creative They just remixed Kano's latest Get a response and think they're rated Don't spud and call me cuz, we ain't related Nuff DJs don't know the basics Cut a few dubs and think they made it Played bare raves but they ain't made shit Listen to Mak and play the same bits And nuff producers think they've made hits Sold 500, they ain't made hits Prick, it's the vocal that makes it And trying to charge me big dough to take it Nuff promoters think their rave's big And kids don't give a shit when their rave is They're standing up but not raving They came to the front when Kano came in Living like K-A blowin' up roads K-A-N shottin' like O's I send the mandem out of control But I got the girls all over my flow But a lot of people don't know about me I can spit like an old school MC A-B-C, One-Two-Three K-A-N-O lyrical G You don't believe me? Let me call Lee Let me call Danger, let me call Dean They know I'm that lyrical team And I eat the tracks like edible beats K-A, I'm a bad boy though I'm a real bad boy, bad boys know that You can't fuck with the bad Bad badda badda bad baddabaddabadda Bad boy flow coz This is what it means when DJs reload it That sixteen was mean and he knows it Double gets a lot and Wiley gets a lot of reloads Tinchy gets nuff and Demon always gets reloads This is what it means when DJs reload it That sixteen was mean and he knows it Ghetto gets a lot and Scratchy gets a lot of reloads Hyper gets nuff and Lethal always gets reloads Look, you can't tell me nothing, I ain't havin' it If I see suttin' I like, fuck it I'm havin' it And we can go back to back but believe I'll have it up And the DJ knows it coz that's why he jacks it up, oh, fuck it, back me up I make love music and I make thugs music I make club tunes so DJs in the club use it Windows steamin' up, when the best MCs are teamin' up We make people say "brap brap brap brap" And DJs wheel it up Yo, K to the A K to the A to the N to the O I know that you people already know I get a reload purely for the flow Give me that stage and a microphone A beat and that's my time to glow I know that the la-ladies like my flow They put their number inside my phone Yo D Double spitting the shit you feel I keep it real What's the deal? I heard you wanna steal my skill You must not know me still I get the tune jacked like Jill, badder still Lyrically 9 mil to the DJs whi-hall Spin back like wind-mihall My selecta know the di-hall Keep it real on the wheels of sti-hall Let's play a game called reloads Let's see who can get the most reloads Big dances, Demon gets reloads Sidewinder, yeah, I can get reloads "You don't wanna bring arms house", that's a reload When I say the gash lyric, I get a reload "Rebore, buss that", yeah, that's a reload Pissed off 'cause you don't get no reloads That's a minor Bun down the rave when I come and quick timer Got the crowd singin' along like one-liner Got the right lyrics you know I'm a tight rhymer Nuff nuff style-a, Ruff like Ryder Gwan like you're bad and you don't even get a wheel-up You don't sex no gyal, you only get feel-ups Get left behind, you MCs need to speed up Kano will have your whole team up