[Verse 1]

Now I know that rapping don’t make me immortal, bitch

But I know that rapping can make me important, bitch

Now I’m the type of guy that gets mood swings, smack a bitch

I’m the type of guy that takes two swings at a bitch

And this from someone who meditate like a Buddhist

Having haters left and right asking how he do this

The truth is, I don’t even know though

My mood goes up and down, like bouncing on a pogo

Stick, photo this

My eyes play tricks when I trip

I think I’m seeing spirits, thinking that you hear this

But you ain’t hear shit

All you hear is 2 Chainz bragging about his whip

He likes his cars how he likes his dogs, no roof

Bet he likes bitches in their youth with no tooth

I have to admit I disapprove

I like bitches young, but he likes them under 2

On da Tuesday I be sitting with my crew

Guess I’m on my own again, who would of knew

Organised a threesome no-shows account to 2

Still had a good time, just me and my boo

If you’re smart you’d know I mean my right hand

This ain’t how I normally spit; it’s just how I can

I ain’t from the hood, ain’t from the gangland

But rappers get shook when they see a pen in my hand

Pending on their actions might have an interaction

Won’t go well, wise for them to be absent

I’m from the UK you can tell by my accent

People say I can’t rap but who fucking asked them

I find a superhero and then I’ll unmask them

I don’t give two shits if they fly I’ll fly past them

Past all the planes and past all the choppers

People say I’m so sick should go to the doctors

People listen to Tyler but I’m even odder

People fear the fire but bitch I’m even hotter

I got no worries Hakuna matata

I just referenced Lion King, guess I’m Mufasa

And I can move faster than everyone of you

You’re all too slow like you’re seventy-two

You’re all still sleeping, get a third eye view

Time for you to wake up, cock-a-doodle-doo

I can choose to chew on any fucking rapper

I spit hot and I’m white that’s a firecracker

Shots be fired at ya, if you try to battle me

I’m so unstable you unable to handle me

I’m only un-signed cos they can’t label me

Your rhymes are fables, my rhymes fatalities

Sitting at the roundtable thinking who to roundhouse

Your rhymes so suspect, bitch you just got found out

Y-Y-Y-Y-You let this hound out

I’m the fucking king so pass me my crown now

I spit from the sundown until the sunrise

I’m nocturnal like an owl, and I am wise

You think you rap sick bitch stop these fucking lies

I’m the fucking shit can’t you see these fucking flies