Yo, myself Eyez, Sptifire three, yeah, JDZ

It's Eyez man

Million views on the first one, soon come on the second

And I guess that's why -

My friends think that I made it

I got a blue tick man think manna' famous

Always get praise for the things I do

I make them take off their hats like they graduated

MC's get me aggravated

Chat shit, find out where you're allocated

That's when man are gonna get caught slipping like socks on floor that's laminated

If it's beef make sure the meats marinated

The tings got teeth like alligators

Used to run man down in my Kappa trainers

Have man jumping over apparatus

Certain man try keep it real but most their bars exaggerated

And I'm allergic to liars, I hate 'em I swear that the airs contaminated

I don't need a coach to train me 'cah I'm gonna bust, that's plain and simple

The man catch the vehicles

When I spit bars you can get an earful

I stay cheerful, but I still get mad

Fourteen, I was having scraps with my stepdad

I've been fly like most of my life

I'm surprised that Eyez ain't even got jet lag

None of my fam are boxers

But my fam put man in boxes

I got seventy two zeds, two boxes

Gyal wanna strip Eyez to his boxers

You don't get gyal, you stand and stare

They don't even know that you're actually there

I could get two chicks on some fruit shit, if man goes town then apple, pears

She keeps calling my line when I'm busy

Busy getting money she don't want me getting lizzy

Tell the gyal like move move, like grizzy

Don't ring me, I don't love you I ain't dizzy

Stop calling, please stop texting

Stop dialling, please stop, it's pestering

I ain't interested

I saw your call but I left it (ring)

Who said that Eyez ain't ready, I'm on arms like I'm sitting on the side of the settee

I think fast, I'm sharp like knives and chete's

As a yute I was running from PC Letty

Now got fans from all over the globe from London to Hongkong to Mexico oh

A young brudda tryna shine but these old bruddas they don't want to let me glow

Lost a couple clashes in my time but them bruddas got lucky like a Heskey goal, oh

I'm just tryna get my dough let me blow, never will I sell my soul 'cause I'm a real guy

Chilling with them hippie kids but I still ride, still up on the block, I'm still Eyez

Fucked up a lot but I still tried and I'm still trying

My nigga troops died, his mum still crying

I ain't got wings but I'm still flying

Fucked up a lot but I'm still trying

So, fuck feds I hate trident, when I see them I just stay quiet

I ain't gonna tell my name's Eyez blud, I got the right to remain silent

I was in Sweden shutting down shows, five star hotel, I don't wanna boast

I was in Denmark showing them grime, on the main stage at half past nine

I was in Benidorm I was in Dam, bunning that dank with English Frank

I was at Footasylum at the front, you saw the billboard I ain't gonna stunt

I'm hungry like I never eat lunch, if I ever get dropped then I'm getting back up

Back on my two feet, coming to your spot with a few g's whether you're ready or not, what

Too many enemies watch, get smoked like lemon cheese when I meet hotch

Got bars that will send a neek twenty feet up greased up needs energy when I creep up, ease up, keep sharp when Eyez comes around

Ride to your town, finding your house, get glassed in the rave in the face

Pints on you like you're buying a rounds, that'll quiet you down Hungry for this, I'll rumble for this, I'll fight for the crown

MC's bow down when Eyez is around

If you're a ganja farmer, better go hide your marijuana

Make that fly like it's at departure

Better not sing like Frank Sinatra

I got a Rasta father so you know that my dad's a farmer

So you know that my dad's a farmer

I still presidential like Barack Obama

Smoke my first zoot with matt 'n marff in the back of the car park