Dice 3style

[Intro]

I think I should say RIP to the beat from now

Ayo, that's a cheeky remark you know Yungen but I'm gonna let you off with that. You know it's my production, you know it's crazy when we hook up. Oi, let's go

[Verse]

I be all over my chips man, brudda check my source

Same old kid man, bow legged walk

If I blow, a Lambo's what my bro's getting bought

Make a young don eat, tell him go and get a fork

Man we just tryna live this high life

Raise your glasses, I've got the clearest eyesight

I've done the road ting, I'm tryna get my life right

Tryna get a Jacob on my wrist, Twilight

Man I'm the baddest lyricist, done the banter

Me, I'm the master, it's bait you're just a wanker

I heard he's onto me, waiting for the green light, my stick rolls when it was amber

Cause I ain't tryna take a chance with my life

You couldn't roll on my board, you ain't hardly a dice

I'm tryna hit my target, I ain't one for misses, explains the reason I departed my wife

She acts stush but undercover she an undercover

Baby daddy but she fucking with another brudda

I'm like come on brudda

I be beating your BM while your kid's at home, I'm a mother fucker

We got the bed shaking

Drawers shaking

Floor shaking

I put my balls in her mouth, jaw-breaking

You niggas running round cause you got bored spraying

My niggas put in hand work when the four's playing

Whole bag of bodies, peak where I'm living

A lot of man are snitching, I ain't tryna be a victim

I've got a Z of both, I cut it up in the kitchen

Cause all I do is make fucking cake, Mr. Kipling

Something ain't right, something needs pitching

Every day I'm walking with this ting, I'm itching

Take them out from one pop, put it into spray

House party, I show a fucking kid I don't play

[Outro]

And yeah, that's how we do man. Remember look out for the video on YouTube. Dice, Yungen freestyle. Hang tight Jayster