Invite Only (Explicit)

Yeah man you know what it is man

It's invite only

You can't call who I call man

I'm not capping

Yo Posty **** all that

Listen

Invite only

Big up Lil Nasty

Marcus Nasty

DJ Mak 10

You know

Scarps Barry

Let's go

Big up Cell More

Yo

You know what

What?

Man must of said that I fell off dumb

I jumped on the mic and I sped off

Vrumm

Who wants to swing with the Lennox?

Eyes getting red off the rum

I tell em

Come

I spit that venom

Tongue

Sting like a lemon

In a cut from a weapon

Had a minute with your girl

And I ****ed in a second

Suck your mum I'm a legend

I'm like **** your suggestions

You can't tell me nothing I'm flexing

I came in this game on a next ting

And this year I'm on a next ting

Watch me

Clock peas at a top speed can't stop me

Got bees in a crop tee you know Roxy

Cross me I'll get the cross

Ting run across spleen

Not think you can compete

With the top wing

It's like they

Want the old flow back

Got it on lock

Like you don't know that

Look

Your beats are dead

The vocals swag

Gimme the beat like PAP PAP put holes in that

Everybody's talking

About holding straps

You ain't known

Like that you don't blow no gats

What?

Chat **** about me I'm pulling

Out more things than go go gadge

You better close your mouth

No I'm not gassed

Right now I'm all about hoes and cash

Hoes and that

You know fold and stack

And a couple real

Dons that I know like that

I'm still coming

For that mobo fam

Cause you know

That a man can go further than

Flowing about and boasting

About who rolls with the burner

And out on the road for the earner

You get me Post?

Now I'm feeling closer than further

Now I'm in your home like a burglar

Everybody knows my name

And that's that's that's Griminal

You can't move man off the spot man's pivotal

I spin 'em in circles

With my syllables

I'm brutal for the proof

You can ask Cynical

From inner school been the principal

And that's the head of the class

Oh yes I'm advanced

Also

I'm destined for greatness

I want my name all over

From the press to the papers

Then from the set to the stages

Independence to the majors

I be the best for the ages

And I'm better than men

That have made it

Yes it's a statement

Ima get in where I fit in

And i'll make more bread than a bakers

So from early

I'll tell the rest of you laters!

And tell Jammer

That if I ever stepped in the basement

I'll turn your best to a patient

I'll rearrange their whole shit

I'll turn Jason I'm ready

Blood stains on my apron

I rock G-Star jeans

And the girls dem

Are rating the fragrance

They're like

When will he be back?

I sent a letter to my fans like

P.S. I'll be getting played on the station

And the spot at the top is actually vacant

We be getting better

While they're battling the cadence

Travelling places

The most random of faces

Wanna act like fans

But they ain't shit

I mean I mean

They wanna pop up and act like I'm crazy

I'll take you back to the basics

**** you pay me

From a young yout I was A-TEAM

I sprayed with the best of them

Spat flames on the rest of them

How you ganna pass?

A you ain't testing him

B you ain't better than

See, I am separate

These are my testaments

Easily bury them

F'd with the letters and

G's I am getting in

Big like H and I'm dope like heroin

My flows heaven sent

But I still **** with Devlin

Lyrics I buss like berettas in double 0 7

I'm double 11

2 2's now

I got a cup full of dessin

A slut I'm undressing

I **** in my bedroom

We're stuck up like **** a suggestion

Ralph Lauren rugby sweaters

Man are talking shit

Its like bruv whatever

Gal a get swept up like dust to feather

You know my ting

Going on greedy again

They're not getting no freebies again

Hear my 16 bars on a tune

And you wanna do your mix CD again

Post! What are they doing on TV again?

Spitting all swag and sleazy again?

Certain guys need to come off the mic

And make some beats on a PC again

No

They don't want no SM

Come radio get smoked on the FM

Think you're a bad boy

But you're a bell end

Know how many man

I can blaze in a second?

Secondary school man

Teach them a lesson

Got a samurai sword on him

I don't play Tekken

What do you reckon?

Would of spat another tune

But I've already ate em

What more can I tell em?

It's all sweet man

Are bitter like lemon

No

You can't fit inna my denim

I will put you in a body bag

Within the five seconds

Bless em

They wanna act like they're sick

Post let 'em

They wanna act like the're rich

Post let 'em

Watch when Posty and Griminal catch em

Bumbaclart

You don't wanna start Armageddon

You see me? I bring a racket like tennis

I'm in the house like tenants

Still spitting that essence

Bad boy in the past and in the present

Carry on talking, watch when I walk in

R.I.P all them Griminal the legend!

GANG!

Jesus man

Seeing a lot of you guys phoning me man

Don't call me I'll call you

It's invite only man

Not everyone is welcome