To the ones four years ago who said this was just a joke, where are you now?
I see your ugly mugs and your boppin' along as if you were always down,
Proud - our ways still cocky, arrogance in the finest form,
We hold no respect for the nameless, just a fist full of hate that your teeth can't take mate,
We built this from scratch, none had our back,
As a matter of fact we've said this on a previous track,
Fuck You, Die Slow,
Labelled us pricks, so quick to dismiss this, but now your Mrs loves it,
There's something about that cocky thing that makes her wanna know what's really going on,
I'm better than you - that's why im spitting this,
You're lying - while we're straight living this,
You're a snake - when you talk I can hear the hiss,
What I say you obey like I'm a fucking ventriliquist,
I'm ill at this and these guitars just tempt me, I'm loving the fact that all you faggots resent me,
Ever since YoLondon, I've fed off hate like those dicks Ditch trying to discredit My Mistake,
I'll give you 3 different reasons to hate this...
Cockiness. Pride. Power, all rolled into one,
So light that spliff and let that smoke choke black in your lungs,
You'll need 5 stars to rate this, raise the bar, the class A gear is here,
Stamped by Rucktion, straight out of London, a new landmarks built.