[Intro: Tigger Da Author & Sway]
I'm representing for my people all across the world (Still)
No longer rolling in them Polo's girl (Still)
Taking my time, to perfect the beat
And I've still got love for the streets

[Verse 1: Sway & Tigger Da Author]
Still sway again my brother, aim, spray my brother
Switch to the You, we shot so many clips we switch to AK, my brother
I ain't talking about straps, far from that
In fact, it's pay day my brother
I was dropping tapes from early
Ray J, my brother
When I was in college I was rolling like a KK
I studied the chronic and I bagged myself a straight A
They're calling my Deliverance 'Detox'
I admit it's been a straight wait
But that happens when they classify your debut shit as grade A
If you ain't up all day
Mister Sway's still the name, still ahead of my game
I made them holla "swag, swag", that's what I was known for
Told them "up your speed", what the fuck you going slow for?
Used to ride in that Focus, and pop in that cassette
Now we're on a different type of focus, still poppin' like we're Wretch
Don't be fooled by them specs, I'm Peter Parker, pay respects
And I'm getting popular but no populous, I go hard when I'm on that web
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Used to dream about being in the building
Now we occupy our own floor

[Hook: Tigger Da Author & Sway]
I'm representing for my people all across the world (Still)
No longer rolling in them Polo's girl (Still)
Taking my time, to perfect the beat
And I've still got love for the streets
Still Sway and Kane
I'm representing for my people all across the world (Still)
No longer rolling in them Polo's girl (Still)
Taking my time, to perfect the beat
And I've still got love for the streets
Still Sway and Kane

[Verse 2: Kano & Tigger Da Author]
Now which motherfucker wants to be Kano
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Jamie knows I'm serious
I'm [?] over Meridian back when I was linking William up on Roman Road
You ain't fucking with my rap (Nah)
Fucking with my clique (Nah)
Mercedes advert, fucking with your retina
And tell the little pussies talk is cheap
And I probably fucked your bird
So why would I need to tweet?
If you ain't up all day
Nigga Sway still beasts
Red Bull fridge, so why would I need to sleep?
Left eye open, so why would I need to creep?
I'll do me and get the mill
So why would I need to meek?
London, I rep that east, but a nigga branched out like a family tree
UK on the map and I fly that flag when I'm overseas
Been Beirut and Syria before that war got deep
Me and Bashy out in Australia with a Merc on Bondi Beach
Passport crazy, yeah they love me out in Lagos
But they thought I done 419, the way the pape's strong
And I don't mean to stunt, but this a Vivi Westwood
And yours are Mr. Sherman and I don't mean to Klump