HooknS.A.S.:nReppin' London Town out herenWe go round-a-round the globe like merry-gonKiss your fame goodbye, say CheerionDipset, high commission is major, aynnVerse 1nMayhem:nLike Doctor King, May had a dream, then I had a schemenNow the streets call me King like the magazinenWe got the keys to the citynCoppin' and shuttin'nStill moving keys through the citynF a crew, we living threatnSo F your troops and your little TechsnWe coppin' nukes on the InternetnI been a vet, made a stack and a few endsnHustlin' packs, now May back like that new BenznA few gems, jewels and icenShoes is right, back to the future NikesnI run with dudes that'll slap yo' kids (then what)nThey'll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko didnI'm stressed to figure how he the bestest nigganS.A.S. is bigger, I beg to differnWe invading them tapesnNow the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like gracenAmennnHooknnVerse 2nMega:nFor the price of fame, icy chainsnIn a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could changenYeah, nights was strange, I was gettin' no sleepnBut I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streetsnDown for spittin', bound to rip themnYo they siad we was nice but we sounded differentnNow you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chatnChain out in Marcy, you wouldn't risk thatnIt's kinda vivid though, was the life I was livin' bronCame from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the doughnYou should listen and see the vision if you don't get the flownIt's a hustle, kids in the struggle, that's who I'm reppin' fo'nThis ain't hard to write, my bars is tightnI ain't tryna be locked behind bars, that's rightnBeen through plenty wars, now I'm scarred for lifenI'm like the American flag, I got stars and stripes, yeahnnHooknnVerse 3nS.A.S.:nMayhem:nF the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dreamnI was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiendnLike we ain't that team, as blatant as it seemsnCatch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green an'nNow I'm signed, you gon' see me grownInto a songwriter, publisher, CEOnSee me bro, the streets wanna see me blownThey acting young and restless like the TV shownMega:nWe went from a still crowd to hearin' them real ludnYo it's blatant, we blazin', we makin' 'em real proudnInticipatin', awaitin' this ill soundnMega never fakin', I'm statin' the real nownSo act the wrong way, get clapped the arms spraynI got hits with the Dips and tracks with KanyenBut I'm still gutter cuz I'm still in the gutternKeep my steel in the gutter when I'm dealing that butternOhnnHook