Cheerio

HookS.A.S.:Reppin' London Town out hereWe go round-a-round the globe like merry-goKiss your fame goodbye, say "Cheerio"Dipset, high commission is major, ayVerse 1Mayhem:Like of to a king, May had a dream, then I had a schemeNow the streets call me King like the magazineWe got the keys to the cityCoppin' and shuttinStill moving keys through the cityF a crew, we living threatSo F your troops and your little TechsWe coppin' nukes on the InternetI been a vet, May done stacked and a few endsHustlin' packs, now May back like that NubenA few gems, jewels and iceShoes is right, back to the future NikesI run with dudes that'll slap yo' kids (then what)They'll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko didI'm stressed to figure how he the bestest niggaS.A.S. is bigger, I beg to differWe invaded in papesNow the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like graceAmenHookVerse 2Mega:For the price of fame, icy chainsIn a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could changeYeah, nights was strange, always get enough sleepBut I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streetsDown for spittin', bound to rip themYo they siad we was nice but we sounded differentNow you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chatChain out in Marcy, you wouldn't wrist thatIt's kinda vivid though, what's the life I was livin' broCame from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the doughYou should listen and see the vision if you don't get the flowIt's a hustle, kids in the struggle, that's who I'm reppin' foThis ain't hard to write, my bars is tightI ain't tryna be locked behind bars, that's rightBeen through plenty wars, now I'm scarred for lifeI'm like the American flag, I got stars and stripes, yeahHookVerse 3S.A.S.:Mayhem:F the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dreamI was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiendLike we in that team, if Britian is a sceneCatch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green anNow I'm signed, you gon' see me growInto a songwriter, publisher, CEOSee me bro, the streets wanna see me blowThey acting young and restless like the TV showMega:We went from a still crowd to hearin' them real ludYo it's Brit and we still blazin', we makin' 'em real proudInticipatin', awaitin' this ill soundMega never fakin', I'm statin' the real nowSo act the wrong way, get clapped the arms sprayI got hits with the Dips and tracks with KanyeBut I'm still gutter cuz I'm still in the gutterKeep my steel in the gutter when I'm dealing that butterOhHook