(Hook)
8 more shots the chorus
Turns out I’m a god like Horus
See all these people? They notice
Every move I make they know this
Forget everything ‘fore this
I spit stories and folklore shit
Not fair but lovely like lotion
Now they love me more, that's so shit

(Verse 1)
Dropped last track, got 500, then I bounced
Pulled the mac, shit turn red, then you pounced
Millie rock in the hills no crowds
Young Melly rot while we smoke on that loud
Shots you dead, to the heart, to the head
Killshot you dead, drop dead, get some cred
Show some red (red)
Lie in the bed, don’t get meds
Stay sad, top out like X
8 mile to gully boy
ISpy Kyle, it's funny boy
Asian, but don’t eat bok choy
Bombay shit (shit) brown boy
It's all uphill from here
Pray you don’t go come near
Climb up at light speed you fear
I’ll leave your vision unclear

(Hook)
8 more shots the chorus
Turns out I’m a god like Horus
See all these people they notice
Every move I make they know this
Forget everything ‘fore this
I spit stories and folklore shit
Not fair but lovely like lotion
Now they love me more, that's so shit

(Verse 2)
Writing for 5 months still better than you
Pac got 5 guns gone ghetto on you
Lyrical I drop letters on you
Shit, so much better than you
I write like I’m Thoth
Emmy and me from the same cloth
Emmy, Filmfare are shite awards
Grammy gets dissed and missed a lot
It's that time when Z steps to the mic and he goes/
Go switches the flow
Like he knows and he don’t do for show/
He's a crow, got hoes like mo, bass on low, magic more, yeah!/
Garageband when I pull the Mac/
Gunshots go when I pull the Mac/
Wear snapbacks and then say no cap/
Go snap that then you say that's crap/

(Hook)
8 more shots the chorus
Turns out I’m a god like Horus
See all these people they notice
Every move I make they know this
Forget everything ‘fore this
I spit stories and folklore shit
Not fair but lovely like lotion
Now they love me more, that's so shit