Solihull Showdown

Yeah, yeah

Solihull's finest, huh?

Let's talk about Max-Hurst Franks (hahaha)

Max-Hurst Franks, you're running out of luck

In Solihull, you think you're safe and tucked

But we know the truth,

you're hiding in the hills

No real respect, just chasing cheap thrills You try to act big,

but you're paper-thin

Open up the door,

let the terror in

(shhh) Max-Hurst Franks, where you gonna hide?

(where?) Solihull streets, nowhere left to slide

We hear you talking big,

but you fold and bend

Every single boast is just make-believe pretend

Yeah, we got you cornered,

hear the heavy beat (hear it) Now you're frozen solid in the

middle of the street

Your whole persona is a fragile glass frame

Everybody knows you're a joker in this game You lock the front

gate, looking through the glass But the clock is ticking down,

and it's ticking fast Solihull suburban boy playing at the tough

One heavy track and you've had enough (yeah)

Max-Hurst Franks, where you gonna hide?

(where?) Solihull streets, nowhere left to slide

We hear you talking big,

but you fold and bend

Every single boast is just make-believe pretend Yeah,

we got you cornered,

hear the heavy beat

Now you're frozen solid in the middle of the street

Max-Hurst Franks (shhh) Locked in Solihull

Yeah, we done here (hahaha)