[Intro]

Too Lippy

(HeatMaky got the hit though)

Money affi mek, gyally affi tek

[Verse 1]

Yo, nothing but vibes when I'm with my brothers

True say I was on my last legs and I still went out on a limb for others

But they weren't going out on a limb for me

Man they had no sympathy

Them man tried testing me

They tried put man on the spot but I ain't talking about pimple cream

They wanna start rumour

They used to make jokes about me being blick

That's the real definition of dark humour

But you've gotta laugh about it

Get over it, just move on

Don't let them see you sweat

Just big up your chest, no boob job

I just act like a man don't notice

The amount of times I've had to dust off my shoulders

They must have asbestosis

Durag on my head daily

But before that I always had a rap on my head

Always got rhymes in my thoughts bitch

These bars live rent-free in my head so these gyal are gonna have to apply for a mortgage

Picture me rolling, blazing some Tupac

You can blow on a certain style

But will they love you the same when the trend is done

And when everyone's over the wave like a durag?

'Cause the rap game is just too mad

Who's real? Who's fake?

The industry come like a subscription 'cause you can get cancelled after two days

This game is scary, this game is bookey

Like a bunch of flowers

I've been up for hours, tryna make green

But I ain't mixing yellow and blue paint

Brothers splash a few K to grab some new Jays

'Cause we live in a world where you get judged by your crep

Like I'm on the Rap Game UK

[Hook]

I kept humble and I kept on grinding

Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest

You can diss their ting but never my ting

Ain't at the top but I'm forever trying

Who's real? Who's fake?

Keep it private now, I don't move bait

Them man said that they're on my head

But they ain't really on my head like a toupée

I kept humble and I kept on grinding

Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest

You can diss their ting but never my ting

Ain't at the top but I'm forever trying

Who's real? Who's fake?

Keep it private now, I don't move bait

Them man said that they're on my head

But they ain't really on my head like a toupée

[Verse 2]

I brushed up on my past mistakes

I've gotta move hella smart now

I'm very cautious, so when I'm sinning, that's the only time I let my guard down

My attitude used to smell like doo-doo

But now I'm getting my shit together

I took some L's but it's whatever

'Cause them losses were a learning curve

And now I'm acting on them lessons

But I ain't got drama for class

Just let what happened happen

The past is the past

I'm tryna master this art

Before I was tryna be a punchline king

But now I'm singing loads

I can't lie, it was hard to crossover

Like man's on a busy road

But don't get it twisted though

I'll still kill a rap for certain

And I'll still fuck up a feature

Like a bad plastic surgeon

But I'ma come with the melodies too

Too cold, too cold!

Come like the they're made for the winter

Bare similes, my lyrics got bare likes

Coming like they're famous on Insta

I'm painting a picture every time I rhyme and that's why a man's the hardest

And what I put down in ink can leave a mark on you, no tattoo artist

Success with You Neek, Bag and Just Started but I ain't satisfied yet

Plus I can't take my foot off the gas 'cause I wanna be doing a madness charting

[Hook]

I kept humble and I kept on grinding

Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest

You can diss their ting but never my ting

Ain't at the top but I'm forever trying

Who's real? Who's fake?

Keep it private now, I don't move bait

Them man said that they're on my head

But they ain't really on my head like a toupée

[Outro]

(HeatMaky got the hit though)