I could count every single rapper with better bars than me on one hand and still afford to cut all of my fingers off
What is proper talent think the scenes forgot
On a real if you’re a rapper so is Pixie Lott
Insta’s poppin’ but I don’t post pics a lot
I impress in real life to the mandem, not to insta thots
These rappers say they’re whippin’ in the kitchen but when they’re smoking hybrids is the only time they mix the pot
Act shady now but they’ll stan when I dido
Very slim chance I won’t see m on m’s
Bars clean but polluted like the River Thames
I’m over the top it’s because they missed the point like a bigger benz
People beg for features I just beg the pardon
Me and Freeman bunin’ rifa’s in the uni bathroom
Take one look at instagram
I promise you it’s only fans and I don’t get naked or charge ‘em
I’m here to take over
Trust me I’m a teleporter
I'll make a classic when I’m older and never drop it for ya
These artists ain’t as strong on their own because they haven’t got the spirit
Matter of fact man are tonic water
Best ever we just haven’t had the ever yet
Lyrics so hard it made my pen erect
My mumzy does my washing cos she’s heaven sent
So I’m shouting at the misses cos the beddings wet
To be fair yeah I’m the cause that’s just the consequence
My misses never on the fence that’s probably cos her brain certi
That bar is so cold it’s cos my brains certi
I drip sauce but it never gets the J’s dirty
16 we’d be swerving police
But that’s just cos we were drunk and not for murder and grease
These lyrics seem to got these groupie girl on their knees
Cos I turn the fans on like it’s 30 degrees
Like I’m turning at speed yeah I always get the wheel up
Your only getting one because it’s punctured
Baby getting lucky cos she touch wood
Ask the instrumental yeah I fuck good
Stack gwolla what I’m out to get
The only haters that I’ve got are ones that haven’t heard the album yet
I took my girls V when she took my D so there’s 24 letters in our alphabet