It's Me N Word

I'll be chilling in a taxi, listening to Blackstreet

Louis V iPod holder, I'm flashy

Styles nothing fancy, guerrilla like Banksy

Run rings round these tracks like athletes

Freeze!

It's me niggas!

Big with the bars, i'm like Swiss with the cars

Make niggas do a Van Gough when niggas hear ours

Straight cut their ear off cause they can't get a deal off

One mix tape, one show knock the gears off

Tryna eat a meal off the game you know fully

I smell, I smell, I smell, pussy!

I was doing this over beats by Nookie

And this years still my year, take that to the bookies!

Oh shit, what's happened? He's back like gammon

I'm Lewis Hamilton on the track, no McClaren

Straight Van Damme 'em, fucking back hand 'em

Over crowds piece, still getting back handers

Deep like have 'em, find 'em like Prodigy

I left my label, no body's dropping me

I heard the tape too, sounds like quantum leap

Back in times, err they might as well copy me

Do shit properly, the yout dem are copping me

There's a few on the level but they're still bottom three

Straight up relegate a nigga

I'll develop your flow, I'm the renovator nigga

You be up, up and away like an elevator nigga

But my money ain't straight yo yeah I'll take your bimmer

Yeah I sense inherited, they leave you a squiller

Then I'll be chilling in your Ibiza villa

Like, peace!

It's me bitches!