[Intro]
Look
Yo
[Verse 1]
I'm still the n***a n***as tryna outshine
I'm about to blow up, it's about time
Searching for the browning with the long hair
Looking for a shorty in the South Side
Call 6 for the mix, what it sound like
I get pics with the chicks when I'm outside
Tryna stay alive, tryna get the crowd high
Money on my mind, I don't see a downside
Yeah, n***a what you want (huh)
Catch them on the roads like this ain't what you want
Had a little buzz and you made a couple songs
But your sh**'s gone dry like, n***a where you gone?
Catch them on satellite, n***a where your dons
You was talking like a G now you're telling me it's long
Still k**ing rappers and I'm still getting better
And I'm still getting money and I'm getting it with cons
Little n***a what you stack like
Forget about your rep, what you rap like
You think I give a f** about your gang ties
We all know you're ordinary black guys
Brudda get your facts right
Grinding with Deepee
Yeah I'm tryna make that fire for my EP
You funny n***as dying for retweets
Man are tryna die for a retweet, I'm on my Jeezy
I tell them not to f** about
I drop a tease and now they asking when it's coming out
I've gotten smarter but they're telling me to dumb it down
And yeah I listen but I'm telling them it's summer now
Think it's time I shut it down
Saying that I crept up smooth
Sit him then I hit him when he gets up too
But hear what, Krept said I'm next up, Tefs said I'm next up
Skeppy said I'm next up too
[Interlude]
Well I'm guessing that's that done
[Verse 2]
I tell 'em you don't want no problems
I ain't got a choice, I think I'm running out of options
Plant a little seed, I get them buzzing when it blossoms
I just phoned my n***a Swift, he said we're running out of coffins
I don't care about a list, tell the bouncer let my squad in
Like how dare you take the piss, I flip the script and stick it on him
Talking like they're bad, fix your face and lowe the bopping
Man, you n***as send her gwop, I send her shop, you send her shopping
Little bunch of f**ing half hearts, link me by the car-park
I was on the block with them thingybobs and ratas
You was getting rocked, picking gyal up in your Smart car
Think you're funny well you're not, get a bullet in your smart a**
Whizzing when that car starts, easy on the tank
You're just a little boy who thinks he's greazy with a shank
Still comfy in my hood, still got P's up in my bank
I'm a young n***a living yeah that's word to Rhysa Frank
Forget winner stays on (Forget winner stays on)
I'll grips the pad and tell them if I can't play, the game's done
You must have got my name wrong (You must have got my name wrong)
I just let them use my flow then k** them with the same one
See I get mad love cah I've been around, do the job when I'm whizzing round
f** your raps, I might write a hook and then sing the hook, I'm a singer now
Couldn't care what them n***as on, couldn't care if I'm slipping don
Mother's life, my Brother's riding on the other side with my slippers on
Now I'm all up in the booth I'm tryna get what I deserve
All this pressure on my back, this sh**'s a blessing and a curse
Fire and I shoot them, put that fire in the verse
Where's my Fire in the Booth, I've still got fire in my curve
Three man, two sticks, eight arms and a whip
Don't talk then I lose it, stay calm then I flip
f** boy tried to tell me that Ray's hard but I'm sh**
Yeah Ray's fam, so that's calm, but I've been hard, you're a prick