Fam

[Chorus: Saskilla]

Fam, I don't wanna hear them man

Fam, my sets the realist gang

Fam, coming of a ten year ban

Fam, them man ain't riding like man

Fam, can't chat shit to me, man

Mana seen mills, seen grands

Fam, and mana real big mic man

Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Chorus: Saskilla]

Fam, I don't wanna hear them man

Fam, my sets the realist gang

Fam, coming of a ten year ban

Fam, them man ain't riding like man

Fam, can't chat shit to me, man

Mana seen mills, seen grands

Fam, and mana real big mic man

Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 1: Saskilla]

Look, I ain't feeling man

That's why the DJ ain't wheeling man

He came on the mic with a whole lotta gas

Now he's bruk down, someone get a petrol can

They way that his boys were singing along to his bars

You would think they were breeding man

I don't give a shit how man gorillaz you bring from the zoo

King Kong, you ain't beating man

Nah, nah, I ain't feeling don

No one in the rave ain't screaming, don

You was on the mic, had the time of your life But no one in the dancefloor's moving, don

Shaking ya bum, moving wrong

Talking shit but all that's long

You live wit ya parents, you never paid council tax

Listen up, bredrin, are you dumb?

[Chorus: Saskilla]

Fam, I don't wanna hear them man

Fam, my sets the realist gang

Fam, coming of a ten year ban

Fam, them man ain't riding like man

Fam, can't chat shit to me, man

Mana seen mills, seen grands

Fam, and mana real big mic man

Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 2: Tre Mission]

You're gonna die now

Duck when I aim for your eyebrows

Ain't gonna hear no shots in the air

Just (gun shot sounds), that's five rounds

I'm the epitome of master race

I give a fuck if I'm black and my eyes brown

And these lil niggas trying to walk in my shoes

Fix up, my yout, get a size down

Give me the mic back

Nigga jumped me, I come right back

I was out here, that's frontline

Ya nigga let you get juck, you should write that, you ain't like that

I put the mic back down and I'm picking up a handgun

Eyyy, bet that you thought I never had one

I was wit TK, he was on a mad one

These niggas spit about the war, never had one

[Chorus: Saskilla]

Fam, I don't wanna hear them man

Fam, my sets the realist gang

Fam, coming of a ten year ban

Fam, them man ain't riding like man

Fam, can't chat shit to me, man

Mana seen mills, seen grands

Fam, and mana real big mic man

Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 3: Wiley]

I'm an MC

Run the game like a was an MD

At 22, I used to want an MG

At 28, then I got a Bentley

I seen it all, that's why I don't wanna rival

If you do a lot, the fans give you the title

Your job's to keep it

No way gonna see all these seeds

And know there's a reward and not try to reap it

I moved on whenever I complete it

Got a good formula so I repeat it

Don't be silly, remain what you were here for

What you think I work the whole of the year for?

All of my dons been killing it

Some talk beef in burgers, they're grilling it

So what? We ain't gotta worry

Cause when it comes down to life, we're living it like

[Chorus: Saskilla]

Fam, I don't wanna hear them man

Fam, my sets the realist gang

Fam, coming of a ten year ban

Fam, them man ain't riding like man

Fam, can't chat shit to me, man

Mana seen mills, seen grands

Fam, and mana real big mic man

Fam, always hot pon microphone stand