[Intro]
Mm, Scratch mixed it
[Verse]
Yeah the-yeah the kid might've blown off of TikTok, big what? I'm still a boss like Rick Ross
Bif prof', get me a ride ant tint off
Feds on my back, so I might go incog'
I'm legit, but still run from them, these feds come nothin' like Scully & Hitchcock
Ticked off, how I still ran out off breath so quick? Man, I think that I need me a detox
She wants me to blow out her back (What?)
Sorry hun, I've been blowin' up stages
And familiar yutes wanna be my friends, but I can't put a name to the faces
I don't-I don't know what his name, but he's got one eye where my chain is
If you're a badman, go on then, takе it, but let me warn you, you're gonna need savin'
Privatе Z, there's no replacin'
Hard thinkin', man's contemplatin'
Too many yutes want conversation, but if you wanna talk, let's talk the payment
Zeros on sheets, that's Zero's favourite
More than three or keep it skatin'
What you know-what you know 'bout nights in the warehouse?
Don't know that then you don't know patience
Tell a-tell a man, "Stop hatin'"
A nigga only found my face on his phone 'cah he's lookin' at the trends and latest
Leave me alone, I ain't even famous
Don't call my phone 'cause I don't do favours
Can't get rid of the kid, I'm lit
Just take one look at your girlfriend's playlist, trust me, you lot ain't datin'
Hoes mad, but the paigon's madder
Skinny yute, but my bands get fatter
Wanna see wonderland like Alice and Hatter
Cold tactics, hats off to the gaffer
Thanks to my mum that I ain't a trapper, now I'm an artist, today, I'm a rapper
You can ask 4K or Mizz, they'll vouch when I rap, I am never a capper
Batty and-batty and breast, can't fake me, but when I see bands, I get kinda aroused
Wonderland, I ain't talkin' winter, I wanna see my bands stretch all year around
I'm tryna see my Barclay's bankers fallen, the face when they see my account
So I can't really have no distractions, don't watch my replies, I just mighta log out (Steadilation)
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