Belated - Belated lyrics

[Intro: Danny Seth] I'm sorry for the way sh**'s been kinda f**ed up recently [?] New sh**, the British are still coming, you feel me Perception season, yeah, uh (k**ing it, k**ing it, The British are Coming) [Verse 1: Danny Seth] All these cosigns and you still ain't popped Even blow drying won't make your sh** hot I'm the game's hidden secret, broke the lock Now I'm out for the spot Triangle tatt, I should sign to the (beep) Whoops, sh**, I said a lot Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot But when my words are not a loaded Glock Dislocated shoulder is how I'm about to pop And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I f**ing rock Talking about this rap sh**, I got it tied up like a knot Its a lot, and my city keep checking on me like a watch But f** it man, they see me round here And I know they see me buzzing like I'm Lightyear Talking about me, man it's quite clear I've been running though these rappers like some f**ing stray deer [Hook: MD$] When I'm spinning I hope you find me Cause if you find me you know I'll be alright And if you catch me and you dare try me I'll hit a (censor) and it won't be your night My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut They gon' hear me Mud in my cup, If the convo ain't mula You cannot get near me, Heard about me there's a reason b**hes talk there's a reason Yung cavalli season, yung cavalli season [Verse 2: Danny Seth] f** a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop Like a shaken soda, boy, I'm gon' pop Never touched the baking soda but I'm bout to be the (beep) Everybody want to grab me like a crotch And I ain't even dropped my hot sh** This the one to make you put me on the "one's to watch list" A banger for the f**ing lost kids Who never knew what real music sounded like until Perception dropped It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed Made a couple bangers in my living room Forgot about them, like a h*mo now they coming out the closet f** you talking about if it ain't this? Man I'm too cold like my wrists Asking rapper to retire, man I be the pitch When you asking who is coming, man it be the Brits (The British are Coming)