I'll be chilling in a taxi, listening to Blackstreet
Louis V iPod holder, I'm flashy
Styles nothing fancy, guerrilla like Banksy
Run rings round these tracks like athletes
Freeze!
It's me n***as!
Big with the bars, i'm like Swiss with the cars
Make n***as do a Van Gough when n***as hear ours
Straight cut their ear off cause they can't get a deal off
One mix tape, one show knock the gears off
Tryna eat a meal off the game you know fully
I smell, I smell, I smell, p**y!
I was doing this over beats by Nookie
And this years still my year, take that to the bookies!
Oh sh**, what's happened? He's back like gammon
I'm Lewis Hamilton on the track, no McClaren
Straight Van Damme 'em, f**ing back hand 'em
Over crowds piece, still getting back handers
Deep like have 'em, find 'em like Prodigy
I left my label, no body's dropping me
I heard the tape too, sounds like quantum leap
Back in times, err they might as well copy me
Do sh** properly, the yout dem are copping me
There's a few on the level but they're still bottom three
Straight up relegate a n***a
I'll develop your flow, I'm the renovator n***a
You be up, up and away like an elevator n***a
But my money ain't straight yo yeah I'll take your bimmer
Yeah I sense inherited, they leave you a squiller
Then I'll be chilling in your Ibiza villa
Like, peace!
It's me b**hes!