[Verse 1]
Nah mean, I'll spit out a quick sixteen
I'm from the streets, the Cov City nightmare's Dream
I'm clean, but I got lines like Charlie Sheen’s
Nah mean, lowe the heat like magazines, nah mean
I'm living as every girl's dream, they scream
I took your ex girl and now you want beef
Your fake beef like wrestlers or horse meat
You like "Damn, I gotta keep my strap clean"
Gotta keep my creps clean, gotta keep the grass green
Gotta spit about bullshit just to stay up on the scene
I talk about real shit but you don't what that means
It means, I spit to be heard not to be seen
Not to be 'reem' whatever that means
Don't spit about grime, don't talk Listerine
Don't talk popping bottles, Ciroc or Champeen
I ain't about that life, I grew up with good peeps
I grew up on good streets, raised in a good home
Raised up like a king now its time I take the throne
Its time you other silly little rappers go home
Cause you talk about the ghetto, the one you don't know
Just look at your clothes, just look at your creps
You wanna talk shit about blowing up skengs
You say you done time while you count it on your rolly
I ain't got time for all this bullshit homie
You chat about wrapping up a zoot
You claim you got a nine fam, but are gonna shoot?
Motherfucker, I said are you gonna shoot?!
Good lord, please give this fool the boot, nah
What's the reason behind all your spitting?
Is it to get girls, cause you seem to lack women
Is it to act hard, what are you kidding?
You couldn't bang a hammer, what's wrong with you Britain? Nah!

[Hook]
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!

[Verse 2]
Nah, if I was you, I would feel like a fool
If I was you, I would rap to get cool
If I was you, I would shoot up school
Bro if I was you, I would shoot myself too
I would call a guy out, shoot that guy too
Then I'd take his girl, use her as a tool
Now I got some kids, but I don't know to feed ‘em
Now I'm doing life, don't know about freedom
You smuggled in some bibles but you don't know how to read ‘em
So you say, “Where’s Jesus when you really need him?”
So you feel down, so you feel defeated
You just hope your kids don't grow up and repeat it
You hear about the stories, so I ask why?
Why be a thug? Why lie?
Why be a hero when you don't know how to fly?
Why be a hero when you're only gonna die?
This a fucking indirect to all you fucking misfits
All you fucking outlaws and your fucking bullshit
Know why society think's you're thugs?
Because you're always high off your marijuana drugs
Off your Mary Jane, Molly and your white girl drugs
You can't get black so give the white girls love
Give any girl a hug that turns into a fuck
That I don't give...full stop! Nah

[Hook]
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!
Nah! Nah!

[Verse 3]
You wanna be a real man, you wanna get paid
Well life's about choices and you chose to get laid
You start to hear voices, you listen to them saying
“You only live once, so live for today”
Nah, you wanna talking living for today
Talk about real shit then we can conversate
Nah, I was an MC from day
And now I do rap and it pays
"But I'm not a rapper"

[Outro]
Nah mean
Nah mean...