Yes, yes
Let's go
You are not on the same level as I
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when I'm inside
I got bad boys showing their feminine side
They're jealous of my potential
To make the world shake like ketamine highs
If mans salty, I'll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin, why?
Am I so much harder than you
Picking up green like a gardener do
Star dog will do, I put half of the Q in some fat off plate and start sparking a zoot
And now I'm in venting mode
I'm inventing most of the flows you know
When the clothes you own I've already worn
The future's here, I'm already born
My black box is attracting fans
Don't rate good yutes acting bad
Man's got bars, so I chat them facts, 'til I wrap them grands in elastic bands
You hold food like plastic bags
'Cause you love dizz like raskit fans
My team are ready to start
See man shaking the captain's hand
Yes, yes
Luis Empire, you like this one
Bow-bow-bow
Man's pulling up in a blacked-out Audi
Acting rowdy
Bad men 'round me
There's a party at my ex's yard, but the slag don't shout me
Man don't doubt me
Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly
Man's too cold, get a chapped lip 'round me
What? Man gets racks in now G
If I asked you name a yute that's harder
Man bet a tenner that you won't answer
Never see that yute at the after's
My man's fucked off a zoot and lager
Yeah, waste man
Can't hack a zoot and a stella
Swingman round like a human propeller
If his girlfriend's cute, I'll tell her
She ain't going home with you
Man spit bars man I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world I'm hoping to
It's overdue
Bare heads turn when I'm rolling through
Still cold in June
Got bare notes can't fold in two
Don't chat shit, you're (ah-ah)
Why you lying for
I stand out if I'm indoors
If you diss my marge, get flying jaws
Just wanna bring guys on tours, yeah
Man's angry now
You'll get dropped like hand-me-downs
Nobody got better bars than Songer
Two years time, man's in town
By the way, when I set down, I meant ten years but fuck you (owoh)
Man's pulling up in an all white 'Rari
All night party
Call my barbie
I spit bars like Dave, I kick ball like Vardy
Man's cray cray call that Tom Hardy
You can't out-bar me
You get bumped, no white on car key
No filter, man's Marley
White and strong, just call man Charlie
It's S-O-N-G-E to the R
Got the best flow man bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning
But swear down, don't sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and bifftas
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance, bow (bow)
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