[Intro: Steezo]
For the real, yeah
Check this
GRËJ, Steez'
Real, yo

[Verse 1: Steezo]
Check! Your opinion doesn't matter
Steez' North Legend I'm holy like the Quran
Yeah, represent my Squad
Broken Mental Shit hittin' your ass
Huh, I'm like Skepta or like Nas
Transpartent, son of a bitch, I'm plexi like glass
Complex and hectic in the streets
Bars like Danase (So motherfucker what?!)
Damn, castrating on the mic
Even Greek philantrophists, Street King Philosoph
Nord Legend
No time for motherfuckers that show off and dream about luxury
Fuck Klu Klux idiots, like a skinny bitch in my voodoo flute
Yeah, I'm no Voodo, I swear, I'm a king like Cetshwayo for his Zulu villages

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: GRËJ]
And I don't give a fuck, yeah not a single fuck
They rent all their cars but evade paying for public transport
The best artists, they don't copy, they steal, they appropriate
I take a flight and fuck your harpies of mothers
Fuck that, I don't care at all what you think, fuck that
The only ones who can judge me are called Steezo
Maurice Polo and maybe Carlos Leal, fuck that
I'm never gona do what they want me to
Thanos should snap twice for my big mouth
I'm tired of lies and bad wishes
You tickle, and I'm so kickass, eh
Freeze motherfucker freeze, I'm pick ice
All the beats that I pick or make are nice
I'm so damned, I get the triple six on the dice
On the dice
O-O-On the dice
On the dice
[Instrumental Outro]