BLAH STYLIN

[Verse]

Ya boy is back up in the kid and still a spoilt brat

I talk shmack on audio and serve it for your raps

Takin' over mans city, minus all your cash

You're bitter and might destroy the gaff, this gargoyle's mad

Home wrecker, this girl wants to join the gang

Joint in hand, she got that work, no employment plan

Lower class, trashy neighbours, if you some royals fam

Started from the bottom, on the grind I turned a coin to grands

Start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away

By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be

You'd be lucky if I showed up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me my p

I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work

Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat

I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street

I'm a nappy-headed, Makavelli, eyes on me like Makavelli

Had to learn to bag and sell it, always been the blacker berry

Hungry, what a fatter belly, munching on a Maccies' brekkie

Surprised I ain't fat already, red eye'd looking at the telly

Ain't nothing new on the news, but I knew it

From young, watching cartoons and I still do it

While drawin' on a big fat ember of the doobie

Isolated on my own with iceolator and a movie

Grey clouds, so I Cult sag in doors with my GORE-TEX, while it rains out

Bored, no weed at me mates house

I just got a ben but gave him 8 pounds

I needed two quid for a single and a Raw pack

Shouts to my brother though, we already bought that

Smoked out, can't be assed to even talk back

But when I'm sober I still ignore man

Say nothin', got my middle finger up

I'd rather have, than feel, like a million bucks

And I got enough rhymes to fill a million books

I feel alive, when I'm killin' stuff