Chipmunk - Foul lyrics

I never once said f** grime, The clock kept ticking I just moved with the times. I'm smarter that's why I do better, So don't act clever, The in sound changed I never. I m on anything I want, I spit on something whack, I make it something hot. I got everything these emcees slightly want, So not one of you nots could ever make me cross. My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in, Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in. I'm still so young but I've achieved so much, It probably hurts a lot of grown men see me moving As for little boys, well there just little boys. I got a ma**ive buzz, your making little noise. I love all my fans especially the girls And to everyone who loves me, I love me as well. This beat is foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar. This beat is foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar P-S I'm a star. I'm a shampoo above ya Yeah head and shoulders I'm tryna be the coolest They're tryna be the rowdiest Lyin' for the cameras Thought I wouldn't notice Internet G's B-B-Bogus I'm super duper cool I am never on the hype I'm super duper fly All I know is Nike I come through in a turtle neck and Chain but nice Peek down the side you see a tiny red stripe All I really know how to be is myself I never try changing my image just to sell I wanted to by famous I wanted lost of trainers used to see up for a pair Now I buy the whole shelf A lot of things have changed since back in the days The best chat-up line I got now is my face One man soldier, I'm in my own lane So be beatin' me's impossible Joining me's the same This beat is foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar. This beat is foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard. (Let me cut the voice, Check, check it, listen) I'm not a postman prick I don't need to know what your postcode is And don't tell me you're on your ting n***a I ain't tryna know what your ting is See the grease talk I ain't tryna listen Monks steppin' up, they wanna diss I'm! But you can't ask the last man who violated What happened 'cause coincidentally he's missing And I'm just saying I am not plant I meant rare plant We are A-R And you're just aren't As in are not You're not Jesus You're not flee Certainly you're not me So don't dizzy me if you can't make a better song And if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong Cash motivation we go hard, f** the alphabet minus A-R This beat is foul Deserves two yellow cards (go on) Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar (yeah) This beat is foul Deserves ten yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard n***a f** you I'm a star.