[Verse 1: Footsie]
I put in the work all day
Yeah I'm the guy who said that
Mind how you speak on my name
'Cause I've got more tunes for your rasclat headback
In my pocket's a jetpack
I'm dressed in jet black
Nah, i ain't having a bout, I hope you eediats get that
Send a man up to the sky like a rocket
Now man's nothing but dirt and ashes
Man thought he could laugh and mock it
Stash box where the mash and cash is
Ring that, you'll see nothing but flashes
All I hear is nothing but gas
Phonebook's nothing but crooks and gashes
Rudeboy that's not sauce, why you forcing it?
It's the return of the Jedi , I came with the force, innit
My yout' that's not beef, it's got horse in it
The new wap came with teeth, don't give me a call for it
I'm up late like a fox is
Busting up bags and boxes
Pure wins, couple losses
That's how the life of a boss is
The life of a made man
Growing up in the hood made man
These ugly streets paid man
And if a man come round me talking shit
I'd make like a barber and fade man
Sideman ting, na you ain't the main
Badman ting, na we ain't the same
Don't fuck about blud, this ain't a...
I said don't fuck about blud, this ain't a game
Stay in your lane, man's breezing
Apply some pressure and squeeze him
Put him on ice and freeze him
Bad mind, niggas don't wanna see me up
Fuck them any way, bare tings free up
Man can't fuck with my plug or re-up
Try fuck with my state or status
Then you'll see crazy apparatus
Your name must be Jacob's
You must be crackers
'Cause you will get shaken like maracas
I know 'bout the trapping
I know 'bout the whipping
Gymnastics ting, I know 'bout the flipping
I know the wappers, I know the dippers
And I also know that 'nough of you pussy'oles are some fibbers
[Verse 2: CASISDEAD]
Yeah, I drop it off
Straight there, no stopping off
Popular now it's popping off
Let a chart-topping sort top me off
Hoes pussy-pop for attention
Pussy-popping up in my mentions
Non-stop popping Adderall
Like a nigga always in detention
Mask on face 'cause they say man's sick
Dunno what to say when they hear man spit
Push up their face like it smells of shit
Talking slick
End up with a walking stick
Fake - you don't walk with a stick
I'm in your chick's crib with my dick out
More chicks than you can shake a stick at
Whipping that yam like Aunty Ama
Couple of gram plus Arm & Hammer
Two in my hand and a dark bandanna
I got it if you're looking, meet me in the manor
Win the rat race, you're still a rat
More than one way to skin a cat
White cats skinning up in his flat
Niggas stay talking all this crap
But they've never held a strap
Niggas stay talking all this trap
Don't fall for it, it's a trap
Parked by a tree covered in sap
Ticket warden tried it, hold a slap
Slipping if you think man are slack
They ain't original, it's a fact
I'm with King Original he's got my back
Try perform then man'll clap
Brain dead, Dead Team, that is that
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