[Verse 1]
Thinkin' about how dope I is, don't you interrupt my reasoning
So known for my bars, if I go missing they'll ask where the prison been
I don't like coppers cause they love to cuff a n***a like me
I mean right now you should lock us, and you wonder "who's us?"
Not snitichin' at all but the supplier is Molotov
Meanwhile I contraband the product
If you try to test me n***a, do the Math that's your own problem
Money talks but that don't mean you should tell people what you workin' on
Their red light only switches on to stop you when you're moving on
And now this phony friends sayin' that I'm different just cause I avoid the chambers
But listen g, if you wanna make money you gotta start off with some changes
No more selling soda in school
Tho the outcome was cool, surpassed the knowledge I think, fool
Makin' ball was starting to sound like bull
Saving lunch money to purchase a tool
But then I gave up cause I'm not like you
Wannabes, real G's there's only a few
Shit's on fire, I'm just addin' fuel
Aight, South East London introduced me to Grime
Thank God on time cause I was about to meet crime
How blessed it was that I could cancel it all with rhymes
You know what?!...
I'm a trill ass n***a who ain't scared to bust
A million syllables in a rhyme and plus
Fuck around it's a bad move
I'm a clever MC in here to fuss
I don't rap about hoes, I fuck 'em
I don't rap about cash, I hustle
I don't rap about clothes, I wear them
I dont' rap about haters, I love 'em
I'm a visionary, gotta go get it when my eyes love it
I challenge y'all to do it cause I'm cold like Ice Bucket
So I should donate what I write because it's way too worth it
Them rappers weak and if you realize you'll think that I'm perfect
Only rapper left that's spittin' what ain't lies
If I hold my breath the whole Rap game dies
Signin' your death with all them lame lies
And I'm 'bout to manifest until my name flies
It's like every minute I fuckin' refresh
Cause I never get tired of chasing this cash
Me and my g's about to get everything that we ask
My attitude'll make you wanna wear a ski mask
Jheezz! Man's up in here real gassed
Ya grands up to release the stress
Fuck a newspaper, I already impress
So much I even impress a hater
Married to Lizzie, that's an impersonator
Don't no need bitch or an investigator
Wanted to trip but then I anticipated
Instead of love, I only fell to push up some weight up