Verse 1:

They be tellin' me drop that

And I'm like man I might still

Bellin' up my phone like can a guy chill?

Know me I ain't going nowhere soon

If my heart ain't in it like a valentines meal

I'ma sick don, MC, from Brum

Just like Lady San and Vital

When I slump guys I don't draw for the pump

Nah I reach for the pen like that is my tool

Cause manna been a bad writer from day

But you won't catch man on the front page

Fuck that, we got the game held hostage

Yeah that's wrapped up in the duct tape

Get waved, celebrate, but I don't cut cake

It's Sunday fun day at the pub mate

In the morning I'll be really F'd

Yeah in the morning I'm say fuck sake

Chorus:

Back to me

Pass that back to me

Nah fam, actually

Verse 2:

You could never try take man for a boy

I got my head glued on like a toy

I could never fall for a plot or a ploy

Them fuck about then get sent to void

Destroyed

Head splittin' when I hit 'em with the noise

Left them spinnin' when I hit 'em with the Floyd

Left hand steady, right hook heavy

Hit 'em like they got a hit on 'em

The killer is deployed

I'm a beast on Soundcloud streams, not wax

They've got bars but they ain't got tracks

You can't break down doors with your dead boom bap

I'd be listening to Biggie if I wanna hear that

But I don't spread bad vibes and shame

You're okay but that guys the same

And so's his friend, and the other one too

If you're cool with that, who am I to hate?