[Intro: Keyshia Cole]
First of all let me say
You can't accuse me of all the things
You know that you are guilty of
(Recoil mixed this, baby)
And I see
That it is easy for you to blame everything on me
(Shyy)
[Chorus]
She ain't mine, she deffo ain't yours though, she got good narni, ahh
But she a lying witch for a wardrobe, I'll kill your bro for my bro
Five-O know I tore his torso, I lived by The Nile like Cairo
I know, you know, let's be real, we all know, who packed shh on the side road
[Verse]
They make rumours, I make racks and also I make packs, I'm psycho
We don't abide by law, so, we fly drones in no fly zones
Fucks sake, how much accounts on Sort Codes, how much racks on weed and iPhone's
Lost my line when I flew Af', but now I got crack coming out this biro
But I'm stuck in pen, them man stuck in the mud
I'd rather be me than them, I got a Buzz she want this Woody
All these pretty Barbies want Ken, leng, leng
This dime wan' shine in the latest designs, lock this skeng
Bae, there's benefits being friends
You don't wan' get bun, it burns
These wannabe crips just make me sick but the blood don't make my stomach turn
Drill it in heads cah they don't learn
Judge, Jury, Executioner, don't get caught cah this ain't court
When we meet, the sentence death and I ain't the type to adjourn
S like Indi-Ana Jones, howe many opps got hit by the whip
And wigged, ain't diggin' for Crystal Skulls
Watch your bro cah friends turn foe, ego turn roads to a Game Of Thrones
I used to sit on the walls like Crows and wait for White Walkers like Jon Snow
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