Young boy labelled talented

But right and wrong couldn't balance it

Give me something nice I would damage it

All I want is loaves, rolls and sandwiches

I mean bread my lingo ain't average

I prefer to be different

Bare man moulded like mannequins

With them I cannot be mixing

Don't holla like a Spanish kid

If you're inna that snitching

Talk tough I ain't having it

Don't walk off go long go bitching

My anger I can manage it

But I'll still make you a victim

For entertainment purposes only

I will catch you slipping

Run away I shout 'come outside'

Like the old lady with Pippin

You must be buzzing or sniffing

To me your hand cannot raise

I'll kick you down in the pave

You can quote tell me suttin it says

Still I gotta stay lowkey

Silence golden and it pays

How only now these yutes talking bout gang

Because of a few yutes that they hang with

I was out on my ones doing baitface

No bally on no bandana

But ha ha ha ha I laugh

With this money ting I'm experienced

But I have highs and lows

And more time the highs are short periods

But mi nuh care mi still a laugh

Ha ha ha ha ha ha hilarious

Cause I know about stash

And nobody's coming near to them

I got shit bought illegit

But I can't flexing always wearing em

Secretive keep my head locked

You would've thought I was Rastafarian