Sounds of the Sir Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too Trap, trap, trap lines gone and the trap's gone too Triceps gone and my traps gone too Now you wear tracksuits listening to "That's Not Me" But we all know that's not you Said you've got a new flow, that's not new When you sound like me but you spray like you If we've got beef then I'm bringing out Marvel Man better know I'm bring Capcom too Man did Belgium twice in a week Then I flew Bordeaux for a slice of the cheese So many shows that a man can't sleep I ain't even really got time for a beat Mummy said "Go son, go boy, eat" Did it on my own no scam, no cheat No label, no chat, no meet All love here, no gap, no sweet Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they're nothing But I still rep for the West End streets I'll never get a G check from a neek Now I've got bread don't think we can beef Yeah, if I do well, they attack Trust me, I'm never going out whack My Spanish miss said I'm gonna fail 'cause I'm brown Bet you thought I was gonna say black Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too I ain't really tryna be political I've got an impact and it's physical I am not a role-model rudeboy Don't follow me and don't hang from my lyrical You got bare heart but it's digital So don't try to send for the London Prince To win's nothing less than a miracle Man will get a lift like it's spiritual Man will get a lift like a boss man Five star 'cause he had an aux in the Uber Didn't even hit him that hard then he dived 'cause you're a diver Like he got a snorkel or a scuba Remember my roots, pulled a maneuver Went in the door, cleaned up like a Hoover Don't get excited 'cause I left radio sets If I ever walk in, I'm Akuma Na, Frieza, Cell, Buu, Broly Still got friends that'll leave man holey And I've got friends on the deen all holy I did the grief, on my mates guacamole Mole blud, mole Mates pulled up, blood, pulled 'way I ain't got a CV but if I did It would say that I'm all about cream like Olay Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Them blacked out so you know I've gotta wear a black top too