Missing Me

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