Every time that I jump on a riddem I show growth

Everyday do the most no boasts

When I Pull up pull up I’m faded, jaded

I make moves, I don’t post, I’m ghost

I pattern up a ting and then I score it, pour it

Grab my bredrins and toast

Don’t deal with no booky boydem

Any funny business have to get roast

Okay now Its back to business

Aggy sickness

Jump on mic it’s like Astro physics

The stars align when I get ambitious

No bars decline when I’m acting vicious

Can you deep it?

He is not bad, don’t fucking believe it

Pree it, sweep it, leave it

Talking road but don’t breathe it

We don’t roll with no idiots

If it don’t make doh

Count me out cah I’m not involved no cap

If it don’t come from the soul

Lеave it out cah I don’t listen to no crap

Yeah I’m 30 yеars old i’m not on road

I ain't trynna get stabbed

But he is 30 years old and his still road

Can’t afford his own pad

What for?

Is it clout?

I see that you want more

What for?

The ego, is evil...

Go show some love to your people

See bro I don’t front I’m just peaceful

I don’t preach on steeple

I just rise in upheaval

Got 2 sides I’m like Smegal

Realise we are all equal

Its intense when I flow

I got bars I got smoke

I don’t chill with no foes

I catch vibes on my own

If it’s shubz I don’t show

I don’t friend I don’t bro

In the booth its no joke

I do my ting and go

Doing up tracks in summerhouse

Don’t do socials feeling so paramount

Big doh locked in my eye sight

Bill gates bank account yeah I want that ammout

Every month jump on a airplane

Most of my fam don’t know my whereabouts

I’ve wasted my time in life If don’t leave nothing for my kids

That’s hella foul

So I gotta get that money

Music money

Every time I make a beat its money

Need that big boy money

Pent house money

Guest house money

Traveling money in a jet full of honeys

When I pull up to the country

Its fet where’s its sunny

Always on my best never bummy

Learn to step, say a prayer for the funny

Owl labels not for fables

They won’t see without the specs

I wipe em off and turn the tables no one needs that fake respect

You sound confused, who needs a favor?

Your comfort zone you’ll never leave

I work with pits, your flavors tamer

You man are cold, but never freeze

Even if you think you’re a God, don’t say that shit on the mic that’s blasphemy

I hear you go skitz on a track

But that ain’t psycho it come like plasticine

I got a screw loose in my head one day I’m nice, next day it’s a bang your cheek

I don’t want to hear no la la la, when the talk goes left and the scene goes light machine...

It’s like flash, BOOM!

Didn’t think a brother would attack, that’s cool

No one knew, please don’t assume

Run up in the booth, leave mics in tombs

I might just leave a MC doomed

Might go back to my old ways soon

Nah fuck that you won’t see them moves I’m too swift to rass I can pree you fools

Its intense when I flow

I got bars I got smoke

I don’t chill with no foes

I catch vibes on my own

If it’s shubz I don’t show

I don’t friend I don’t bro

In the booth its no joke

I do my ting and go

All my gang stay frozen

We don’t need props we’re cold

All my gang stay fresh now

We don’t need props we’re blessed

I just do whatever I’m feeling

You should know I don’t give a fuck

Fire for whatever the reason

We could never run out if luck