[Verse 1]
Woke up and I'm feeling like the [bad word] Like a piece of [bad word] toilet paper
Best thing out my country
No [bad word] after me like a chaser
And just because I'm breaking overseas
I've got [bad word] calling me a traitor, [bad word] But man'll rep my city so [bad word] hard
Like a viagra taker
Place your bets, it's time to take your wages
Cause I'm about to blow like hookers for some paper
And if you doubted me, I'll catch you in the future cause I'll see you later
I don't need a helping hand, use it for some [bad word] I've been loud, [bad word]  see me, me?
I've got the game locked lowkey, key
And if you ask your [bad word] what her favourite letter in my name is
Then I'll bet that she say 
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Woke up and I'm feeling like myself
I don't need nobody's help
I did it on my own two
I don't need nobody's help
I'm feeling like myself
I'm feeling like myself
I woke up, remembered
That I did it by myself

[Verse 2]
Uh, never asking for your help
Holding up my city like a [bad word] trouser belt
London where I'm repping, by my accent you can tell
And I'm always with my clique, rolling deep like Adele
Uh, molecule is how I smell
Bet your [bad word] wish that she could have me, need a well
Wanna hear a story? Well, I've got a few to tell
But I feel I'm spitting fire, there's the warning, there's the bell
I ain't gotta tell you I'mma be the greatest
And I never grew up in the hood, unless it's by my necklace
23, I [bad word] my checklist
The [bad word]  I'm the rapping One Direction
Red rose wrapped around my private section [bad word] you talking bout if I'm not in the conversation?
Never started from the bottom but I wrote this in the basement
I hope I adjusted your perception

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