What a crazy time I'm havin' I'm getting to experience things your everyday people just can't imagine Some of them may feel like I'm bragging or even blagging But trust me, it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance I'm grabbing In just over a year Who'd have thought this shit would happen, I expected to be nowhere near So where's here? Even now it's not quite clear This was a fun ting, and now it might just be a career I've seen things I couldn't describe if I tried It's like my favourite childhood memory several times multiplied A no lie - the year's been kinda good for this kid I can't believe it - I never thought it would but it did!! It wasn't planned, but then it didn't fall in my hand I played shitty parties & did weekends on pirates on the FM band Spent nearly 8 years behind closed doors Now it's dancefloors, Miami shores and hectic European tours But I'm glad I'm not famous Already people are waiting for my head to disappear up my anus They expect vainness- but for me the transition was painless I'm lucky if I can buy myself a new pair of trainers Just 'cos I'm singing I'm not blinging My phone's NOT ringing and the sight of me doesn't stop women I'm just a guy that had a real lucky break Let's have it right y'all - please, make no mistake I'm already doing what I always wanted to do Don't wanna be seen on your screen, I'm happy talking to you Even though I'd rather get props than Top Of The Pops However shit drops is outta my control 'til the music stops I never believed I could have achieved All I have so soon, to be so well-received I'm relieved the need to succeed couldn't make me bow to greed Nor could it affect my word or my deed... that's tha real!
I ain't done too bad, coulda done worse But there was no way I was gonna stop at just one verse I was stunned first, then I got my energy burst If you could see my face you'd know only the rhyme was rehearsed Two years ago, that's when I got married to the mob Became an accessory to the Brazilian Job Call it guilt by association: I made my hobby an occupation By finding focal points for my frustration Prior to that every day was a gripe Simply confirming my existence as a stereotype Shit job, shit pay, no social life No hope, no love, just total strife Led to believe I was at a bleak end Being told to get 'a proper job' and do my music on the weekend If I'd have listened where would I be now? The few people that stop me would be walkin' by me now!! My flow was a hit, so now I'm supposed to blow it to bits 'Cos \"Part Two\" seems to be the words on everyone's lips? Although I'm more than satisfied with all that I've done Certain people are still like: \"Yo son, we need another one!\" See, all the hype is kinda like a vortex Name checks, and questions on the same old flex, like \"Yo, I'm not looking to get a man vexed But people wanna know what's next!\" Still I bide my time, not rushing to provide a rhyme Other people guiding my mind is like the blind leading the blind That's why I'm turnin' my collar up, 'so I don't get swallowed up By the all the people screaming for a follow-up See, I'm-a do this when the time is right Don't wanna be charcoal tomorrow if I'm fire tonight I desire it tight, so if I'm inspired it might Be admired & liked - no hype, just words takin' flight... that's tha real!