[Intro - Spoken] Life ain't fair, it's funded — born in debt, then judged. They say it’s just a game… but we’re the ones gettin’ played. You think it’s about dice?—Nah Fam. It’s about who built the board. (huh?) And who’s trapped rollin’ round it. [Verse 1 – Grime flow, steady pace] Stepped on the board like I stepped in fate’s trap. No Mayfair key—just cold in a flat. They say pass Go but they never pay back. 200 quid missing, still chasing that stack. They smile in suits while we stress over bills. They inherit deeds—while we get pills. Tax on my soul, rent climbs uphill. They got hotels, while we stress the grill. Benefits cut, but the rents increase. I'm still broke because they own the lease. Council flat gaff, but a palace in dreams. Tryna build up to a million streams. (Yeahhh!) [Hook 1 – Mid-tempo grime chant] This game was rigged before I knew how to play. Land on jail and they take my day. They pass Go and collect their dough, I get fined just for paying too slow. They buy zones with inherited funds, I dont got weapons, but they got guns, It’s Monopoly, mate, but it ain't pretend. Real lives get broke and the game don't end. [Bridge – Spoken] “Chance” don’t mean luck. A card in their hands is profit, In ours? It’s prison. (Liberties) “Advance to Go”? Nah... we’re stuck on square one. [Verse 2 – Faster flow] I roll the dice, but the dice don’t care, They land on wealth, I land on despair. They start on Park Lane, I start in the dark, Still tryna light up this world with a spark. Land on tax? That’s my daily routine. Draw a card?—and duck the vaccine “Go to Jail” with a smug little grin, Don’t pass Go, They won't let me win. They own the railways—but I bunk my train, They laugh in lofts, while I soak in rain. Mortgage rates just cause me pain, Four more turns and I is broke again. [Verse 3 – Internal rhymes, grime clarity] You got the iron? I got real chains. They got riches, I got blame. Roll snake eyes, life don't change, (Ssss) Locked out of the wealth exchange. They got deeds from daddy’s hands, I got plans, but I owe grands. (Debts) Buy my street, flip my land? Council pressure you can't withstand. (Fire) [Hook 2 – New variation with call & response] They pass Go? Yeah, they breeze through smooth. I pass Go? Still got nothin' to prove. They collect dough? Like it’s meant to be. I collect stress, Plus a fat court fee. They raise rent when they see my face, Call it “growth” and gentrify space. No board game — this is real-life stakes, And the rules don’t bend, so they must break. [Verse 4 – Philosophical grime tone] Free Parking? Never seen that in my life. Even my dreams get taxed at night. Electric company, bills so high, Can't power the truth, so they feed us lies. (CAP) They bought stations, own our tracks, Took our culture, sold it back. Made us think the goal is stacks, But you can’t win if you play like that. [Bridge 2 – Spoken] You ever notice how they win without movin’? While we gotta grind every square just to breathe. Monopoly ain't fiction, it’s the blueprint. And we’ve been passin’ Go… just to go nowhere—(Uh!). [Verse 5 – Double-time grime flow] I take time to pray for a break, I’m breakin’ the chains they place at the gate. (BO) They tell me “invest,” but I can’t relate, How you build wealth when your on the estate? Every roll’s like a lottery spin, They get gold—we get thin. (Thin) Man’s on Old Kent Road without sin, Tryna to survive in his Leaky bin. Buyin’ back time with bars and beats, Not buyin' their lies on urban streets. Their hotels rise, my rent repeats, (CHING!) Still I march on with blistered feet. [Verse 6 – Final verse, heavy tone] I ain't a pawn, I'm a storm with plans, You play by rules, I move through bans, Can't own my name, can't chain these hands, I build from scraps, rewrite deese lands. They said I’m poor, but I’m rich in mind. They took my time, but my words still shine. They got the board, but I have design— Truth in bars, and that truth is mine. [Final Hook – Triumphant grime delivery] This board ain’t real if I set the FIRE!, Watch it burn while I climb up HIGHER. Pass Go? Nah, I break the frame, Take the dice, make my own damn game. They chase notes, I seek change, They fear truth, I rearrange. This Monopoly world can’t own my path, Because I spit that Fire—like Smaug's wrath. [Outro – Spoken] You don't need a top hat. You need vision. (twenty twenty) Man dem built the game to trap us. So start using your brain blud. See the board, see the design. Create your own. - You get me? - Mad Respects, Big Wayne in da house! - (Big UP!) - - Twenty twenty five - - Hold tight the phone lines, - - Shouts out to all UK Massive! - - One love to all Soono Massive! - - (See the board). - - (See the design) - - (Create your own.)
