[Verse]
What's the word? What the word is
Three young niggas on the curb with the burners
That's three 9's, no emergency service
Man can never burst me with verses
I went from, serving food to serving my purpose
Always win doe when I'm working this curtains
I don't write bars to make man laugh
If that was the case, nigga, I would work in a circus
New MCs, I'm one of the top earners
25 bills for the show, man are murkers
Man are not built for the road, man are nervous
Don't take Ls though I roll with the learners
Man can't tell me bout badman, tell em make a badman
Bun em like coal in the furnace
I don't need Google Maps where I come from
Or a postcode for the roads cause I learnt in
Bonkaz, wanna see old-school Bonkaz?
ERZ on the N, that Bonkaz
Stolen ped on the ends, that Bonkaz
Black rucksack with a skeng, that's Bonkz
Spin a man, spin him again, that's Bonkz
Spin a man, I'll spin him and his friend, that's Bonkz
Don't start him, you can't end that Bonkz
Trending topic on the trends, like Bonkz
Warlord ting, I'm on my Riko Dan
Big Flowdan, any type of dan
Badman afraid of any type of man
Come back with a burner any time around
Yardman flow cause I'm a yardman
Blud, you wanna get a little fire like you're Charmander
You ain't ever ever had a burner in your life
But if you did, I would probably disarm man
Blud, I got a million flows, which one?
It's a million ways to die, pick one
Any time the stakes are high, the kid won
Two choices, survive or get spun
Where I come from you get ride or get bun
Everyone mash to buy the next one
Man better swallow his pride, you'd get shot with a .9
You'd be bodied alive, your life'll get done
I ain't the one to make fun of
Best MCs in the game, I'm one of
I'm the kind of a man that'll run a man down
You're the kinda man that'll run off
Tell a man sod off
New gun sounding like bod-off
Man can't walk through my ends on a hype ting
Who do you think that's because of?
Got a white ting with the sauce like jollof
Man talk shit, get his jaw size spun off
And I got a yardman uncle lives in Jamaica
Who got his first gun from Dallas
You're the kind of man that'll give his number to a gyal
And follow her on the 'gram because she never hollered
You're the kind of man that'll go and get yourself into a state and changed up like pounds and dollars
I like your girl so you'd better go defend your girl
I might DM your girl
Bunch of flowers I might send your girl
Couple hours, I might get your girl
All it really takes is a little bit of game
With a little fame for me to finesse your girl
Come to your trap, you'll be giving me the Ps
Start kicking in door and repress your belt
I ain't gotta make a scene
One of the best MCs in the scene
Man said he's better than me, I said 'Seen'
Big man I can't believe what I'm seeing
Must be a dream, don't wanna start with me
Ain't Griminal but I'm a nasty G
Show me a list of the new MCs
I'm one of the Big Six, you can ask T.E
I'm like Tyson
If there ain't a belt on the line, I ain't fighting
Sittin' in the cell for some time, I was riding
I ain't nuttin' like him
I ain't even writing
No pen, no pad, I'm just vibing
Don't get me mad, cause I'm violent
She won't text you back cause I'm piping
I got new flows and I use those when I'm bored
Do roll with a few bros in a Ford
Shoot smoke, make a yute go to the morgue
Put a few holes in your new coat with a sword
Man's scream like a dime piece, just perfect
Bruddas try me, why mate? It's not worth it
Grimey, give me lifey, I'll burst it
My YG, no ID, it's just murky
Your wifey is my sidepiece, man's certain
It's likely you don't like me, man's hurting
You don't like me, I'm lively, man's working
My girl Chinese, rice piece, still we jerking
I'm from the 90s, high speed, white Ts
Lighties like me, I be, I'm swerving
Grime piece like a dime piece, let's wait
Grime piece like a dime piece, that's perfect
King of the flows, I got the flows on smash
I got the money on my card and my bros got cash
Making money off the bars, and my bros got plaques
Know I got heats so you know I got hats
I'm super-duper gassed
Cross the line, I'm due to shoot the mash
Pop the .9, I was moving food for cash
Where's Carlos? I'll stick to truth and facts (Bonkaz)