[Full Lyrics — preserved exactly as provided] uk drill Yo, it’s Simkay the Great, I step in the lane, Spit so hot, man, I melt the rain ☔🔥 Skrrt on the beat like a kangaroo in pain, My bars so wild, they need a straightjacket chain 🤪 Got peng ting laughing, she say my flow insane, I’m on the top floor, eating toast with champagne 🥂 My rhymes hit hard, like a pigeon with a crane, UK streets know my name, from Brixton to Spain 🇬🇧 I’m flipping the script like a pancake on Mars, Counting my wins while I dodge all the scars Got mum on the line, she say “son, no more bars,” I said “mum, relax, I’m just reaching for stars 🌟” I got lads on the block, they be running the gauntlet, Spitting fire so fierce, man, the beat’s gonna haunt it 👻 I’m eating this beat like it’s beans with a bonnet, Every line I drop? Bro, it’s straight-up connet! Chaos in my pocket, madness in my pen, I rap like a cat with a violin again 🎻 You thought UK rap was tame? Nah, I’m the Zen, Bars so deranged, even Big Ben can’t mend 🕰️