I'm back, with a bang like brap
Tryna push it forward but this shits pulling me back
I got, the shit on lock of course it's my house
Secure, like the door to the White House
Knock, lights out
Stop, mind out
Pop, cause you can through rocks and take shots like Winehouse
What the fuck you tryna find out?
How am getting money? How am spending money?
Where I'm spending time? where am I right now?
What chicks he with? What creps are they?
Who's car is that? It's a different one to yesterday
I tell you now, I don't need to do shit
I right hook, that's the biggest feature you will get
Fuck a verse, you can get put in a hearse
Get put in a body bag, then put in the dirt
It's real stupid to fuck with me for no reason
G's have got love for me but no feelings
Whip, gun, we're speeding
I be in any whip that D's in
Could have been the B but the wings have wrist
Sold the Ro for season
I know the feeling, to not have
Got that, now I don't want that, I want Johns flat
Not watch cash, don't watch that if I can't afford my own
There's no need for hating I can make it on my own
And that's the difference between me and those, niggas
Every time a nigga makes it out they moan
Shoulda, woulda, coulda spiiters shouldn't be broke
Like I was there first before you were involved
So? I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation
I change the flow, don't tell me I ain't innovative
Riddims I make 'em, stop like a glitch in the Matrix
Weave and come again, pull up ca' I'm Jamaican
Not, just your average
Man I spit fire like a dragon writ it
I ain't flirting with the game, I married it
I garaged it, hip-hoped it, raggad it
Now it's back to grime ca' they been missing me like Madeleine
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