[Hook]
I'm in love with this music game
Still find it funny like You've Been Framed
Its been some years since we made Kampaign
Back at it again

I sit and wonder what they did to me
To make me forget my whole history
While I'm standing in the world, screaming fuck the world
But it just can't do shit to me

My shit's been fucked since I turned 23
I got lost in the scene, and it wasn't for me
I thought it was but it wasn't
While we're watching the screen
Everything came at once
The tours, abroad, the broads
The beach parties, the girls, the drugs
I was in another world, stuck in a helpless rut
Neglecting the ones that held me up
See my life you jealous fuck, what?
Crowd full of tits and arse
Its just chicks and bras
I live fast, crash quickly
The whole mandem crash with me
Good kid, got the whole city mad with me
Caught the backlash from the track sack sack city
My old man's going mad my brother thinks he's back at it
Ashamed of a dad who's a crack addict
One thing they never leave a man is his bad habits its back
And if you ask me where I've been at
I'll answer that question with a question
"Are you a prick fam?"
I'll hit you a pickaxe
Allow telling me chillaxe
Stop asking me stupid shit man. I can't even quit, damn
Promo team telling me "Mic you need to start going to party events
And you can't be a dick man
You have be respectful, have to do this, and have to do that
Have to make new connects and link with all the artists you met man"
I'm like man that sounds like a blast but right now mate I can't
Because I can't be pretend and I don't feel like
I'm part of the big act
And I ain't standing at the bar like a tin man
While everybody dances to Rick Ross I feel uncomfortable
So fuck off with the doggy I'm pissed off
Of course shits bad
Yeah I've been mad
Your favourite rapper's
Your favourite rapper's actually sick fam
If I see him I'mma ask him for a pic for instagram
I'm a big fan
Fuck that, they kiss ass
Lick crack, dick suck
Bitch I couldn't give six fucks how far you can get
You can't be ahead
Nah man I can't be pretend
They can't be ahead
These pricks are chasing after my ex
You can chart till your dead
Wanna quit rap but its hard to resist
The riff-raff's back I don't even write bars
It's easy shit fam
I just freestyled this shit
I could snap at any minute like a Nik-Nak
Writ some of the best bars
Its part of the world
You can argue with my fuckin dick fam
Or argue with my middle finger here argue with this fam
Back to square one I'm starting again
I'm starving again
I'm in your back garden shitting in your garden again
You want arms? I got arms that could stretch
I'll buy a Mac-10 from Birmingham off of my Somalian friend
These ain't bars you can bench
I still ain't done
The objectification of how real they come
Waiting for someone to match my skill-ey
When will they come
I been waiting a whole year
And there still ain't one
Better watch what you say
When you talk about the class A millitant
Don't be a silly mug
Don't you know its silly cunts
Life is serious in this place
I'm displaced, can't engaged
Everything's a big game, you pricks wake up
I can change your whole chin shape
Am I joking fuck it look at this face
This is for my inmates who push weights and be caged up
Fuck being righteous cos it just ain't fun
Plus everybody likes a good piss take huh
Don't give a fuck about the world when its in this state
But break the whole internet for Kim K's butt
I'm in love with this music game
I find it funny like You've Been Framed
But I swear man, music's changed
Music's changed