Cooli

[Intro] I might spit when I walk, that's walkie talkie Don't like police, nah I don't like porkie Dont know me, I don't know what you thought g That pack dead, I don't know what you bought g [Verse 1] Pack come smelly Bars dem new like deli Main ting called and I pick up the, pick up the celly 'Bout to get shelly Going for the gut yeah, going for the belly Going for the jackpot, going for the prize I just wanna win, you can see it in my eyes I just wanna live, no I don't wanna die I just wanna whip, whip, I just wanna ride I be like the sun cuh you see the way I shine Spittin' on time yeah, spraying them rhymes Spittin that shit, schooled them back to the bits Call me Ash cuh I burnt that track to a crisp Act bad, get hard slap or a fist Back strapped that then I piff, piff, piff [Bridge] Who's that? Oh it's that Ashbeck kid I think he spits, yeah I heard he did He's kinda hard Yeah word, he's sick! Nah he a wasteman, heard he a prick (Nah nah he a wasteman, heard he a prick) [Verse 2] How they gon' talk when they don't know the half of it? My team, you can't be a part of it Hop in the vive n' then I'm departing it Step in my yard and I'm barkin' it Get in my crib and I slap on a song And I bun a zubby to the long Said that you been tryna get it Brudda, you be taking long Tryna multiply my credit Give something back to my mum She did so much, I can't forget it Didn't clock when I was young Taught me a lot and man I kept it If I have a job, I get it done My ego hungry but I fed it, confident that I'm the one [Verse 3] She sent a snap but I ain't read it I'm too fuckin' high My tunes are fetchers, yeah they spreadin' I'm just tryna get mine I ain't wasting no time I be making my mind up Can't you see I'm tryna shine? Can't you see I'm tryna shine? I need an AP for timin' Wanna get paid all this rhymin' Bruddas be lost and we findin' Time go too hard, we rewindin' Making my way to the top from the floor Work on myself, are you working on yours? I'm tryna hit there goes they talking courts I've got some tunes but I swear I need more [Verse 4] Putting in effort, it come from the core And I'm putting in more Tryna get it man Wizzy wocky, tryna chef it man Writing, writing with a steady hand I might smoke another couple grams like Dank that we breathin' I'm high like the ceiling They didn't believe me but now they gone see me I'm finding balance in talking weekly Cuz I like a challenge (But) I like to cheat, see? Come try and beat me My life on repeat [Outro] My jacket Tacchini She sweet like tahini My jacket Tacchini Sweet like tahini, she sweet like tahini (Yeah yeah) Ay Whoa whoa, yeah