Manga Saint Hilare - Outsider-ism / Never Been lyrics

Look, I ain't one of dem guy dere still, bad in a crowd Needing friends to stand by them still Badman with a badman behind 'em still A bag of bad chat but they can't back that Ask for proof, can't provide it still They ain't got no voice of their own Dem man are JPEGs, just silent stills Best you stay silent still Can't say a bad word about Izzie around me And if any MC sends for Aks or Snowy or Max Then I'll fire at will, don't know why you're trying it still Don't know what you thought but dem man ah hold corn Cuh dem type of talk can't fly on the field Nang then, I'm still nang now Ten years in and I'm firing still, still Cuh dem man know that it's never been that Humble yout, I ain't never been ga**ed Top boy spitter, I ain't never been swag I don't know wah gwan for dem man But dem man dere ting's all patterned up mad We ain't friends, we ain't fam He ain't cool, we ain't gang Ain't never been, ain't never been Man ah rally with the flows that they ain't better with Us lot repped when they tried neglect And didn't wanna come lay claim to the ting Dem teef style and try rebrand Remix and recreate the ting But like P, I'm a grimy originator Try know we laid the bricks God's time is the only right time, p**y So no bad mind can delay the wins Work hard, yeah, we made the links All in, yeah, we take the risks And certain man beef with me in their head They're thinking up qualms that don't exist Silly self-centred pricks Really think man ah man gives two sh**s? One word: myth Cuh dem man know that it's never been that Humble yout, I ain't never been ga**ed Top boy spitter, I ain't never been swag I don't know wah gwan for dem man But dem man dere ting's all patterned up mad We ain't friends, we ain't fam He ain't cool, we ain't gang I ain't scared, he ain't bad His flows aren't hot, he ain't nang Dem dibby dibby bars won't pay I'm more like a tailor; so pants We ain't friends, we ain't fam Oi, we ain't cool, we ain't gang And he's a liar as well, they ain't facts Roll out with them? No thanks Never ever in life have I have Ever tried steal anyone's energy like that I ain't got time to diss them, I keep my distance From weirdos like that I do not like them We are not alike, I am not like them I do grime and they do grime But the way I do grime is not like them Can you smell what the block is cooking? On a bad day, you could get a look-in On a bad day, you could get a whooping Me? I've got a bag full of tricks I don't wanna burst man's bubble or the bubble of his kicks But I cause trouble in the mix I cause trouble when I'm in the Radio, eat MCs for dinner Feel like a bloodclart winner when I make 'em Put bread on your head like my name's Lil Yachty And I tell a guy hold up If there's problems, I ain't got signal for that Drop lines like see man are into the rap No style cause when I was a yout, I was snotty And luckily I never had to hold on a shotty But I jumped off the top Turned [?] like Scotty, too hearty If Abdi was here, he'd be saying walahi Sixteen for sixteen, sat in the car seat Taking the chance of a rapper like my name's Kehlani Backing the cause like Robert Mugabe Yeah, man, just a kid from the ends like you Buss joke when I get a trim like you Roll to the shop for a drink like you Roll with the gang and the clique like