[Verse 1]

I’m raps superhero, call me Mr Bruce Wayne

Been writing in my cave, waiting for that daydream

Chillin Welsh style, tryna make you know my name

Never gone be happy, till I’m baskin in fame

Spit nothing but the best, Won’t finish till I’m on top

Y’all can quit askin, when that album go gone drop

Rap game got eyes on me, you know I’ll never stop

Putting in the work, rap ain’t no hatchet job

Puttin in the work, I’ll I run this whole world

I wanna be coming first, never second or third

But I’m never gone skrt, please don’ be concerned

I’m a do it my own way, till I got what I yearned

Came here with a goal, came here to spit fire

Came here to spit truths, never call me a liar

Came here to straight chill, here to spit that acid

Came here to win the game, to make you flabbergasted

People wanna get to know me, get on that clevva flow

Sometimes I rap fast, but right now wanna go slow

Used to only rap real, just wanna make you go woah

Only fuck with real, I’m just here tryna glow

Spend my time in pub, thinkin up my stupid rhymes

I live in Wales, got nothing to do with my time

So all I do is rap shit, cause I’m in my prime

What more can I say, I’m fucking mighty fine

[Verse 2 - Faroh]

Yeah Faroh on the beat baby

Don’t stop going to the top (top)

You can catch me in a hotbox (box)

Breakin all the locks yeah I’m poppin tags

Fuckin’ all the thots yeah I’m poppin vag

Lil Momma you brazy (crazy)

Your pussy can’t phase me (phase me)

You a stupid ho if you ever fucking played me

Young boy flexin and I got em goin crazy

And I came from nothing so you cannot even blame me

False rap that’s no hat, got the swag like snapbacks

Big facts no cab, fuck with me on snapchat

Music in me chips, you can call that rap snacks

Spending gwop on a thot, I ain't even doin that

Flow so sweet you can come and taste these good bars

I ain’t ever been to jail, but I’m givin you the bars

Fuck the broads, fuck the cars, fuck the calls

Asking for a feature that’s a hundred and fifty large, (large)

Beautiful women where I go, shout out to Chicago

Shout out to my (?), we worldwide

Got no time for fake rhymes, no fake rhymes cause we do not waste time

You can hit me up on facetime, to the daytime I can make time

Money that’s all on my mind, bitches be hittin my line

Bitches still wastin my time, I get so high that I fly

I know why they hate on me, cause I’m what they cannot be

You cannot get rid of me, you should come and chill with me

Ugh