I walked in
Kicked the door like
Where the fuck the safe at?
Since I hit 15
One rule make cash.
And I can rap
It goes hand in hand.
Before I dropped
And now my music banging grands
And man I'm only
Being real
No gimmick needed
Drop it and these kids will eat it.
Got these veterans
Pissed off at me
Because they can't get near it.
So you fear it
And that jealousy will turn to hate.
Shit I've had my best mates
Go and turn away.
People on my back
The CD needs release dates.
Well I've got mates in prison
And they're waiting on release dates.
For Pete's sake
Now fuck's sake,
You must hate.
Put the whole scene in a body bag
Suffocate.
You fuckin' faking',
All you rappers are whack.
I'll blow a cone in your face and cause an asthma attack.
Now how dramatic is that
That I can actually rap
And have the backing of lads
Packing gats in their dacks
I'm taking over and there's nothing you can do now.
I'm on my way out brother
Fucking tell 'em move out.
Don't need radio
The streets are my connection.
And second watch me wreck 'em
Now the labels need protection.
Wasn't getting off my head
No time for hooks
I've got a lot to say. I've caught every rapper out
They don't want it aye
What a pitty
In my city
Getting gritty
With the fiddy
And the itty bitty chitty chatty at a piggy
The New King need a crown for my head
You panadol rappers
All my fucking allergies threat
A bit paranoid
Then you see the kid with the knacks.
And if I drop that shit
I've got a shiv in my dacks.
But I ain't a fucking dog
You want to swing 'em then I'll let you lads
But they don't want to do that 'cause
They heard that Rates has got my back.
How you gonna run this marathon with no shoes?
My life is kinda like my battles
Yeah, 'cause I don't lose.
You think I'm joking brother
Next up for assassination.
Rap amazing
And smack your face with acid spray.
And catch a cane.
I'm looking through this microscope
You think it's kind of dope.
What you mean we've kinda leave that out
I fucking tie the rope.
I'm taking over and there's nothing you can do now.
I'm on my way out brother
Fucking tell 'em move out.
Don't need radio
The streets are my connection.
And second watch me wreck 'em
Now the labels need protection.
Watch me get 'em.
I'm taking over and there's nothing you can do now.
I'm on my way out brother
Fucking tell 'em move out.
Don't need radio
The streets are my connection.
And second watch me wreck 'em
Now the labels need protection.
Watch me get 'em.
Come watch me get 'em.
Come watch me get 'em.