Ready for This - Ghetts

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

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

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

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