Seems like I'm achieving my goals
Got retweeted by the MOBO's
And I felt like David Beckham back in '96
After scoring 17 goals
I made a Fire in the Booth and the Relegation Riddim
And Manchester united
So now I say 0161, Manny on the map
And the mandem get excited
Now it's all hectic in man's city
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
I came from the bottom into the premiership
Now I'm notorious like Biggie
Now it's all glorious, I'm ready
And I'm so curious already
Cause right now life feels like
I'm watching the Fast and Furious on telly
I'm not used to the limelight, I rhyme tight
But I usually drive round on a dark night
With a grime beat on, now I'm getting played on
Radio 1Xtra, the best station that I've been on
Sat looking at my Mum
Who went from sitting on the visit in jail
To looking in the rear view mirror
Into the past and waving goodbye to her son
I am the grime scene saviour
Not you, not you, not you
I put my town on the radar
Not you, not you, not you
I'm the Chipmunk relegator
That's who, that's who, that's who
And I heard that you're in danger
Is that true? Is that true?
You know when you're in too deep
And you're losing sleep and not by choice?
Receiving over a thousand tweets
Cause you've got the streets making noise
My name got big so fast
You would've thought my name was taking 'roids
I got a bigger hype than when Manny Paquiaio decided
He was gonna fight Floyd
Instagram couldn't picture this
My opinion pissed off a hypocrite
Charlie Sloth told em I was an animal
Then a Chipmunk got ripped to bits
I'm in a different league, it's so mad, I've got
10 missed calls off my distance Dad, I've got
So many text messages off ex girlfriends
Tryna draw me in like I'm a sketch pad, but I
Remember the days I was in the gutter
Nobody gave me bread and butter
So now I say where do you know me from?
Get off my line, did I stutter?
Get off my line, did I stutter?
Get off my line, did I stutter?
Get off my, line, line, line
Get off my line, did I stutter?
I am the grime scene saviour
Not you, not you, not you
I put my town on the radar
Not you, not you, not you
I'm the Chipmunk relegator
That's who, that's who, that's who
And I heard that you're in danger
Is that true? Is that true?
My Fire in the Booth left yours
And the Relegation Riddim of course
I told them watch how they war with me
And now it's like Chip Diddy Chip can't talk
Can't even mention my name in war
Why? Cause the sweet chilli riddim was poor
I think there's something you need to know about Chipmunk
Let me tell em in a metaphor
A little boy got a knock on the door
Had to go police station of course
Could've gone no comment, probably taken a charge
But this boy talked to the law
And now that little boy is on course
The next pop star that wants to do grime
But his friend never got bailed from court
And now he's locked up for a long time
Any minute now they're gonna open the door
And that little boy's gonna run and hide
Cause I heard that it is all out war
In his own grease, he's gonna fry
He's just like Devilman, and no one likes a snitch so
How can them man reply?
I am the headmaster of my time
You'll get banned from spitting on grime
I am the grime scene saviour
Not you, not you, not you
I put my town on the radar
Not you, not you, not you
I'm the Chipmunk relegator
That's who, that's who, that's who
And I heard that you're in danger
Is that true? Is that true?
I am the grime scene saviour
Not you, not you, not you
I put my town on the radar
Not you, not you, not you
I'm the Chipmunk relegator
That's who, that's who, that's who
I heard Skepta disowned ya
Is that true? Is that true?
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