[Intro]

I might spit when I walk, that's walkie talkie

Don't like police, nah I don't like porkie

Dont know me, I don't know what you thought g

That pack dead, I don't know what you bought g

[Verse 1]

Pack come smelly

Bars dem new like deli

Main ting called and I pick up the, pick up the celly

'Bout to get shelly

Going for the gut yeah, going for the belly

Going for the jackpot, going for the prize

I just wanna win, you can see it in my eyes

I just wanna live, no I don't wanna die

I just wanna whip, whip, I just wanna ride

I be like the sun cuh you see the way I shine

Spittin' on time yeah, spraying them rhymes

Spittin that shit, schooled them back to the bits

Call me Ash cuh I burnt that track to a crisp

Act bad, get hard slap or a fist

Back strapped that then I piff, piff, piff

[Bridge]

Who's that? Oh it's that Ashbeck kid

I think he spits, yeah I heard he did

He's kinda hard

Yeah word, he's sick!

Nah he a wasteman, heard he a prick

(Nah nah he a wasteman, heard he a prick)

[Verse 2]

How they gon' talk when they don't know the half of it?

My team, you can't be a part of it

Hop in the vive n' then I'm departing it

Step in my yard and I'm barkin' it

Get in my crib and I slap on a song

And I bun a zubby to the long

Said that you been tryna get it

Brudda, you be taking long

Tryna multiply my credit

Give something back to my mum

She did so much, I can't forget it

Didn't clock when I was young

Taught me a lot and man I kept it

If I have a job, I get it done

My ego hungry but I fed it, confident that I'm the one

[Verse 3]

She sent a snap but I ain't read it

I'm too fuckin' high

My tunes are fetchers, yeah they spreadin'

I'm just tryna get mine

I ain't wasting no time

I be making my mind up

Can't you see I'm tryna shine?

Can't you see I'm tryna shine?

I need an AP for timin'

Wanna get paid all this rhymin'

Bruddas be lost and we findin'

Time go too hard, we rewindin'

Making my way to the top from the floor

Work on myself, are you working on yours?

I'm tryna hit there goes they talking courts

I've got some tunes but I swear I need more

[Verse 4]

Putting in effort, it come from the core

And I'm putting in more

Tryna get it man

Wizzy wocky, tryna chef it man

Writing, writing with a steady hand

I might smoke another couple grams like

Dank that we breathin'

I'm high like the ceiling

They didn't believe me but now they gone see me

I'm finding balance in talking weekly

Cuz I like a challenge (But)

I like to cheat, see?

Come try and beat me

My life on repeat

[Outro]

My jacket Tacchini

She sweet like tahini

My jacket Tacchini

Sweet like tahini, she sweet like tahini (Yeah yeah)

Ay

Whoa whoa, yeah