Chorus:

You rappers Fix up your life
Sound like a bitch on the mic
Omo men swag no be rap
No be Fine boy all the time

Verse:

First i must say ama fan o’ yours/
Since i came in the game and i never gone/
Rappers now claiming they gifted, how long i gatta be santa clause?/ You opened this can o’ worms/

I been the only one doing it/
I gat the wave and the bars ain been new to me/
Ain gatta say I’m the best
When every rapper underground kinda look to me/
Look to me!.......wondering who to be/
I was an animal, studio zoo to me/
I was like FUCK everybody, they sensor my bars for the nudity, usually/...

I been killing rappers, i gat a black body bag/
Never waited for anybody to pass me the bat/
I been dropping bars mehn even the cops ‘d be mad/
I been dropping-dropping need a colostomy bag/
Mixtape, fix tape, freaking damn tapes/
Only tape that i ain dropped issa sextape/
See bones everywhere like a fucking xray/
I could drop dead, still i drop a mixtape, next day!/

#Facts

Facts
Did it with no racks/
Broke boy, till i learnt the business o’ the cash/
No joy, i made all the effort in the past/
NASTY C AIN GAT NOTHING ON ME. jesFACTS/

Over 6 mixtapes, facts!
Over 4 cyphers, facts!
Vs Class captain, Facts!
Bruh i been rapping. Facts!
Did ma own concerts, facts!
Never let the game down. Facts!
Never stopped when i wasn’t played now. Facts!
Nat even when the bloggers wouldn’t post ma tracks!
When the show promoters never hold no cash. Facts facts facts !

More tracks out than even blown n***as/
And i did it maself and I don’t owe n***as/
I had a HUNCH that I’d be the freaking greatest, so its no suprise that i put the game on ma BACK n***a/
Facts n***a, that nobody ever rapped sicker/
I really been one o’ the hardest outta africa/
Bruh i ain with the acting or the politicking, n***a i ain schwarzenegger/
Now i be switching to trap/
These rappers do not have my back/
Yall just sound stupid and wack/
Like Mr bean had a track/

(Skidi ki pa pa)
Man i spit fire how you say the mans not hot?/
How them no go craze when the jam wan drop?/
Bad boy coming n***a dats wassup!/

Now ma shawty breast make the tank top pop/
And she get breast and the yansh ontop/
How you dey do am ma n***a?
Ama Star boy that never did that afro pop/

Ama bad boy soon I’d get the tats on top/
Me and poverty suddenly n***a just broke up/
An anomaly some o’ these fucking cats don’t know/
Ama fuck up the game n***as that’s for sure/