[Intro]

Yeah, ready, Jesus

MI, hail up Merky in the wing

Yeah, yeah, really going spiritual

[Verse 1]

I’ve been nice with the flow since ‘08

Me and they singer like soulmates

Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re Colgate

Should’ve had a deal by now, it's so bait

But it’s all good, with the food on my plate

So I kick back choosing my fate

Time is money, never too damn late

Moving weight like a fat kid with cake

Man are out here biting hoes, clothes and flows

Still wanna tell me I’m a piss-take?

Where’s your album, where’s your mixtape

Fuck that, put it in a loo with a shit stain

You’re a little shit stain, throwing up Bs in the video

Bitch may come to the lab, show you where the hits made

Banging that thing for the bloodclart clip's sake

Me and my dogs dem ah update, looking at cupcakes

Stop with the dumb hate, oh, what a mistake

To go on a shit date

Now you wanna make phone calls to your best mate

Should’ve stayed at home carving a rib steak

Man have got the vision

Looking like Ray Charles, man have got the vision

Walk through the estate, how you gonna play chess?

When I already check mate, come to the set

Spin on your best day even on my worst day

Let’s do it my way, look up on the highway

More time man wanna fly away

Gotta be smart with the words, man wanna watch what I say

Just like IJ, money upfront from the pay day

Had an idea man it work on the same day

Now I've got a bird in my hand like AJ

[Verse 2]

Giant, man ah man told me I shouldn’t be here

But I've been killing for the past four years

Little man couldn’t keep up with the levs

So I gave man a flow and a couple new gears

Stock market with a couple mad shares

In a pub drinking with a couple mad brehs

Lions, tigers, actual bears

When I get to the top of the slippery stairs

But it’s all messed up when nobody cares

So I’m saving mine, then I’m taking theirs

Fruits of the labour, apple pears

Last of the real, fucking rare

Couldn’t tell the last time man shed a tear

In the hood everybody's weakness is fear

Everybody breaks bread but nobody shares

Tryna get fine circles out of the squares

No homo, man are straight up in here

Like Indian hair, what’s popping here?

Really here, target practice, man are in the woods with a rifle

Giving out critical shots to the passing deer, roll there

Teach a snake about snaking, man, I got the snaky glare

Letting off shots in the air with the brightest flare

Ting called giant, gyal a mi number one client