Yoh,i came,with stacks of my A game,
this A train,K came,
this young dane,
lyrical stunt man,
kinged/crowned/lyrically bound,
to this hood of tottenham,
totty town,is where this crown,
be,i live,never free,trapped,
but supremely,they dubbed me,
this young key,
a street prophecy,
a butterfly knife defies the strife,
blood stain to the handle,
spray paint and ima vandal,
spit a bar and ima animal?
they see blood,in the eyes of this young thug,
quick to use his mug,
hustle to make a quick handfull,
and brand fools,
cant stand schools,
coz i aint the typa for you to mess with,
best get to steppin,
let me know who you reppin,
and learn ya lesson,
coz,i aint the typa bruva made for you to start testin.