[Verse]
It's Northside until the bullets passing through me
Doing No handers down the road while blaring Luni
Cunts see me doing front wheelies
Haven't copped I'm bopping, thinking these fucking tunes shouldn't free me
I maybe give a rats daily
But if I don't, I'll stab you with plastic like a Caf lady
Fat cunts be with their mates in an Apaches
If they fleece the bacon I'm putting blades in their hierarchies
I couldn't give a rats where you come from
Where I come from youngones are the ones you run from
Flaking outside, next thing ye know your ex
Is on a mission to find you because of the broken Durex
Fuck that, I've no time for dealing with that
If I'd to support a child,I'd get back dealing and that
Rather sit back flake away and start slagging fools
Flying through the scene like eggs on Santry avenue
It's the youngfella, coming with the tunes and the new chats
Yous are pulling a few gats like yous just seen 2Pac
If the game, was a game, I'd be winning it, astounding
Egos like a blade I be swinging it, around and
Not bailing on yiz, I got Scott aiming on yiz (Facts!)
Objectifiying birds I be moth shaming on this
Be in knots, framing all yiz bout shite you didn't do
That's how it feels to be in the sight, of a ridicule
That's a thing I have to go through on a daily basis
I'm pure chuffed that lads on this scene rate me, greatness
The thing I'm gonna aim for, whatcha want fame for?
To be a push for the scene is what I'm in the fucking game for
All I'm poxy doing's selling beats and getting scores might
Raid the drawers wait outdoors be running streets with Coors light
When the time comes though its scripts over beer
Not spitting? Ye have me doing flips over here!
Listening to this I'm risen I'm in this to stiffen shit
Christening all yiz and quizzing rippling the discipline
Ye fidgeting there? I'd be
Most couldn't be arsed but meself? Here fuck it man, I tried me
Lazy little bollockses