[Verse]

Cheach, yo

Been up on a vibe for a year or so

And I been stuck in drive like the gears are broke

They wanna hear the quote, so I drop them an invoice

If you don't pay, won’t hear the flow

'Cause I'm a realist, though

Take time on the art, not here to gloat

I spray bars on the mic and I clear the show

It ain’t Klarson, you ain't gettin' near the bloke

And that's simple, quick arithmetic

Invest half a stack then I triple it

They wanna pinch the kid

You'd have more luck tryna hit a six, pissed on a cricket pitch

Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick

You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks

It’s that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

Make a club go nuts without spittin’ shit

Crowd go nuts like I'm in the ring

One, two, fuck you, then I’m dippin' quick

It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

Bet you ain't heard lyrics as slick as this like

Okay, let me hit ’em with another one

I'm killin' it for fun, and when I'm finished, kill another one

You gettin' where I'm comin' from?

N-E-to-the—fuck that, you already know it, 'cause I'm comin' up

Flow is like a Molotov, blowin' like a bomber squad

Coast to coast, go for broke till I cop the [?]

You a Joe-flow with a slow flow

So so-so, you a no show while I'm poppin' off

If you don't know, then you don't know me, son

Force so strong, call me Toby-One

Spell it N-to-the-E-to-the-R-to-the-D

Got murked by nerd with an OP 1

I'm on the beats, smashin' 'em up

Got bass that'll blow up the back of your truck

Give me some space, chat it all up

Don't wanna hear bars in the back of the club

Don't wanna hear bars from the boys in ya crew

If you thinkin' I am, then I'm talkin' to you

I'm exhausted as shit [?] do

Catch me ignorin' your calls if you're rude

Catch me ignorin' your if you're wack

Just 'cause I spit dope doesn't mean I'm on trap

I'm up in the study just learnin' the facts

Tryna get a degree, not dependin' on rap

One line flows and I'm techie, too

Don't want your advice, just let me do

They say I'm self-centred

But I make free music for them heads to view

N-to-the-E-to-the, actually

Got fuck you bars and a Fraksha steeze

So they packin' a GAT in the back of their jeans

It's a Mac PC, or an mac and cheese

Cats think I'm on xans and speed

But I spit so dope, I don't have to be

Doin' my thing and I'm gone for a sec

Now you turnin' around and you're mad at me?

I'm on my shit, never gonna quit

N-to-the-E-to-the, fuck it, you know it is

Never competin', I'm up on my own with this

Don't catch me sleepin', I'm stuck on my sober shit

Don't catch me sleepin', I'm up on my over shit

Duckin' and weavin' while I've just been ownin' it

Focused on comin' the [?]

You fuckers compete, but when I come and blow this shit

Tell them I don't need no boss

Tell them I don't need no manager

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur

Tell them I don't need no watch

Tell them I don't need no Jaguar

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

You couldn't match my caliber

Yeah, yeah, you knew that, kid

Whether doin' the grime or that boom bap, kid

They show me [?] tunes, never knew that kid

Hear me rip up a groove, they're like "Who's that kid?"

Now they're like, "I know that boss"

They jackin' off, 'cause the flow's bang on

While they slackin' off, I go rap a song

Then I blow up the map, 'cause they know that's bomb

Yeah, 'cause they know that's crack

Try me once and they never go back

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

Now cats sayin' I'm puttin' my city on the map, like

Young boss from the four-triple-oh

We don't talk to dogs, don't call triple-oh

We go call the shots and we raw with the flows

And won't call a stop till they callin' me ghost

Guess who just stepped in the place

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

Get respect whenever I put pencil to page

Won't rest for a day till I'm best in the game

[?] like a wet weather or a TEC when I spray

Gettin' away, better check what you say, son

No time for a fake one, 'cause I'm A1

Play dumb, get your face stuck in a bass drum

Get your record found in a skip

I'm outta my shit like them kids in Round the Twist

I'm out for chips, no Smith

Out for the clout an' shit, why you down and out with it

Try and amount to this, nah, it's too high

I flew by with the crew in a blue sky

If you were like boo-hoo, 'cause I'm too white

But you're just sittin' in your room with a few lines

Tell them I don't need no boss

Tell them I don't need no manager

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E

And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur

Tell them I don't need no watch

Tell them I don't need no Jaguar

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E, like boom

You couldn't match my caliber