Foul

[Verse 1]

I never once said fuck grime

The clock kept ticking I just moved with the times

I'm smarter that's why I do better

So don't act clever

The in sound changed I never

I MC on anything I want

I spit on something wack

And make it something hot

I got everything these MCs slightly want, so not one of you noughts could ever make me cross

My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in

Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in

I'm still so young but I've achieved so much

It probably hurts a lot of grown men see me moving

As for the little boys, well they're just little boys

I got a massive buzz, you're making little noise

I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone that loves me, I love me as well

[Hook]

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

With each and every bar

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

With each and every bar

P.S I'm a star

[Verse 2]

I'm a shampoo above ya

Yeah head and shoulders

I'm tryna be the coolest

They're tryna be the roadest

Lyin' for the camera

Thought I wouldn't notice

Internet G's

B-B-BOGUS

I'm super duper cool

I am never on a hype

I'm super duper fly

All they know is Nike

I come through in a turtle neck, plain but nice

Peep down the side you see a tiny red stripe

All I really know how to be is myself

I never try changing my image just to sell

I wanted to be famous

I wanted lost of trainers used to see up for a pair

Now I buy the whole shelf

A lot of things have changed since back in the days

The best chat-up line I got now is my face

One man soldier, I'm in my own lane

So beatin' me's impossible

Joining me's the same

[Hook]

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

With each and every bar

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

(Let me cut the voice

Check, check it, listen)

[Verse 3]

I'm not a postman prick

I don't need to know what your postcode is

And don't tell me you're on your ting

Nigga I ain't tryna know what your ting is

See the greeze talk I ain't tryna listen

Munks steppin' up, they wanna diss 'im!

But you can't ask the last man who violated

What happened cah coincidentally he's missing

I'm just saying

I am not playing

I mean we ain't playing

We are A R

And yous are just aren'ts

As in are nots

You're not G's

You're not flee

Certainly you're not me

So don't diss me if you can't make a better song

And if it ain't 'CM' you got the letters wrong

Cash motivations we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A R

[Hook]

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards, go on

Send it off I'm going hard

With each and every bar g

This beat is Foul

Deserves ten yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

Nigga fuck you I'm a star