Blog threads are no good they mess my day up

No respect straight up unless you got your cake up

Paper related you owe me you better pay up

The industry was sleeping on me I made em wake up

Now they walk around with empty coffee cups like they stayed up

Flop em the middle finger on my way up my minds made up

To get stacks before my hair starts to grey up

Uh my last contract was kinda wack

I ain’t trying to end my career with a Faustian pact

Cos I’m exhausted with rap I’m a boss gimmie dap

Front liner you punks get tossed in the back

You got beef I got punch lines and I’m flossing with that

I’m not forcing it black I sit back and let the beat go

Like Zubito I’m doing this for my people

Keeping it moving , even if I creep slow

I pass ports Lagos Berlin and Heathrow

Check I spin hay into gold

Modostiltskin some still hating the bro

Till I hit the road and make a truck load of doe

Slow your row , don’t reach and don’t bell me

Fare weather I don’t believe whatever you tell me

I’m off the hook boo I’m busy so email me

Like a bad case of armpit funk , I know you smell me

I fell in love with a lying whore

She got made I found out who she spying for

Kicked her out. Changed the locks and bought an iron door

I got real fans they say I’m worth dying for

You got temporary props flying - shores

I’m applying laws alien to science

Non compliant to you and your wack clients

We fought giants in the age of defiance

Before we found out we had a mole in the Aliance