It's Me N Word

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 niggas! Big with the bars, i'm like Swiss with the cars Make niggas do a Van Gough when niggas 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, pussy! I was doing this over beats by Nookie And this years still my year, take that to the bookies! Oh shit, what's happened? He's back like gammon I'm Lewis Hamilton on the track, no McClaren Straight Van Damme 'em, fucking 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 shit properly, the yout dem are copping me There's a few on the level but they're still bottom three Straight up relegate a nigga I'll develop your flow, I'm the renovator nigga You be up, up and away like an elevator nigga 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 bitches!