Yo, yo, yo yo

When I die bury my body by the sea shore

Scatter my ash on the beach floor

Write my name next to the footprint I leave for 'em

It's hard to breathe when you're in the heat of war

I feel it deep like the middle east, my heart bleeds for 'em

Calling me conscious but I disagree

I 'ont con you with that conscious shit

My conscious isn't clean

I'm just a constant rapper and they gravitate to me

Because we're out of time there is no content in the scene

But i don't wanna compete I wanna be free I wanna be me

You wannabes wanna be top of the scene by copying someone else

Who got to the top from being themself, your logic is weak (be honest)

You're following sheep you're not in my league (be honest)

Its Y O B, the yob is in me (we on this)

You wanted to meet in the office, so you could speak on the topic

Of even seeking some profits, nothings as deep as my pockets

You wanted a piece oh please stop it nothing's for free

You're following me but me i'm following dreams

You're not in the team so please get off the D

I'm on fleek step on the street

I'm causing scenes you don't see on 'ex on the beach'

Two bad b's they be messaging me

And now they beefin' please Jessica leave

Don't stray away from the light

Hater wake up smell the good vibes

Hold on, hold on

Can't stop my shine i'm on a next hype

Hold my hands up put my head high

Hold on, hold on

Aye pretend like these are my last lyrics

I was literally sick when I writ this

Shit, I was suffering from a common cold

But like most rappers you know that shit just comes and goes

You say you're running road, pardon my runny (nose)

Tell the father i'm coming close

I feel to up and go, i'ma ghost with half a soul

I'm coming up, don't let me fall down i'm from a very small town

So I walk round, with my trousers pulled down

And my balls out to really give 'em something to talk bout

My manager calling me he's telling me to cool down

Cut the cussin' out i'm liiiiike....*inhales*... FUCKING HELL

Click clack POW this that sound

I been putting in mad work til my back hurt you faggot

Ain't writ a bad word, then you rat pack just act bad

I will slap man with a back hand so hard when the twat lands

He'll have a flashback

Don't stray away from the light

Hater wake up smell the good vibes

Hold on, hold on

Can't stop my shine i'm on a next hype

Hold my hands up put my head high

Hold on, hold on

She said she left Mic for a next guy

Told her step on to the left side

Hold on, like hold on

Oh yeah they're praying on my demise

I'm all up in your face with the shine now go blind

Hold on, like hold on