11 Bars.

Listen and watch me distort the bass,
Man had it hard, because he grew up on a raw estate.
Cut the queue, and everybody move cause they know my face.
Had a bite of the glamour, and now I'm addicted to its taste.
No time to waste, got to earn the dough to put food on the plate.
Grew up with just crumbs on my plate, and neighbourhood hate.

So, let me grieve for the beat before I murder it.
Don't know my name by now, you should have heard of it.
So put up your lighters so I can clash the Titans,
Fight the fighters, might fight the biters.
Spit on my flow and I'll give you Tonsillitis.