[Intro]
Raise the alarm

[Verse 1]
Yes, guess who just stepped in the place
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Get respect whenever I put pencil to page
Won't rest for a day till I’m best in the game
[?] like a wet weather or a TEC when I spray (Yeah)
Gettin' away, better check what you say, son
No time for a fake one, 'cause I’m A1
Play dumb, get your face stuck in a bass drum
(Nah) Get your record found in a skip
I’m outta my shit like them kids in Round the Twist
I’m out for chips, no Smith
I’m out for the clout an' shit, why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this (Nah), nah, it’s too high
I flew by with the crew in a blue sky (Yeah)
If you were like boo-hoo, 'cause I’m too white
But you're just sittin' in your room with a few lines

[Chorus]
I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
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And I do this myself, but I ain’t no amateur
Tell them I don’t need no watch
Tell them I don’t need no Jaguar
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You couldn’t match my caliber
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you knew that, kid
Whether doin' the grime or that boom bap, kid
They show me your tunes, never knew that kid
Hear me rip up a groove, they're like "Who’s that kid?"
Now they’re like, "I know that boss"
They jackin' off, 'cause the flow's bang on
While they slackin' off, I go rap a song
Then I blow up the map, 'cause they know that’s bomb
Yeah, 'cause they know that’s crack
Try me once and they never go back
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Now cats sayin' I'm puttin' my city on the map
Young boss from the four-triple-oh
We don’t talk to dogs, don’t call triple-oh
We go call the shots and we raw with the flows
And won’t call a stop till they callin' me ghost

[Chorus]
I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain’t no amateur
Tell them I don’t need no watch (Nah)
Tell them I don’t need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
You couldn’t match my caliber
I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain’t no amateur
Tell them I don’t need no watch (Nah)
Tell them I don’t need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
You couldn’t match my caliber
[Verse 3]
They're jackin' their flows from the rappers online
Come on, that is a joke, so go back to your grind
You are wack and if you think that’s actually hype
That’s exactly how they won’t to damage your mind, ayy
You just be dumbin' it down, ayy
Me? I got love for this sound, ayy
"The fuck is this shit?"
I don’t know, man, I’m just fuckin' around
My rhythm on a track is a mismatch, so
I be flippin' over rappers like it’s tic-tac-toe
You wanna get it? You can have it, I'ma bring that dope
And leave you sittin' with your ashes in a bin bag, yo
All the chitter and the chatter, but you're still wack, though
[?] image [?] I don’t think that's so
Quit livin' in an act, that shit's sad, bro
And if you think I really back it, that’s a big fat no

[Chorus]
I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain’t no amateur
Tell them I don’t need no watch (Nah)
Tell them I don’t need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
You couldn’t match my caliber
I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain’t no amateur
Tell them I don’t need no watch (Nah)
Tell them I don’t need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
You couldn’t match my caliber