Live inna' flesh
Still get high wit' the guys and a Z
All get by cah' we nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing again
They're silent again
Soul popped out for the lies and pretend
No point passin' the mic to your friend
Dead dem' all wit' a mic and a pen
Spend a little time on your pen, bro
It's not hard
Cah' that's certainty words but it's not bars
That shit coming wit' chip
I cannot raass
I got more Keef than the 2012 Top Charts
Bro, I'm top class
Ah, ya' want bars?
Niggas know me
I pop out of the bush like Shinobi
Fen Boy up in your ears and it's boasy
Runnin' 'round calling man names
Boy, you're phony
Rack up a line, get a ting' rolled
Get the brown, turn that shit green
That's my ring-tone
Good kid, banging out Von like I been O
Still trash but I'm iced out
Bro, I been cold
I see black and white shit, I'm in Limbo
Shy kid but excited when I'm involved
Had to cut, I ain't wan' fuck
She a nympho, woah
I'm
Too cold, beggin' man
Please don't doubt me
I'm just tryna' touch cheese like Rowley
Fen Kid so I'm greasy in the South East
Blue Balls, man said 'don't come around me'
Even Terrell can't climb this mountain
I'm so cocoa, I'm so Bounty
Touch bro, I put a fist where your snout be
Cut man and I'll pop out like an outie
Spark it again
I spit bars while you laugh wit' your friends
In this game bro, you're hard or you're dead
The shit I spit put a heart in your chest
Dem' man only act hard wit' a skeng
Clear dat' bowl then I pass it again
Where man go?
Man, I raass in the shed
First place still lost last, in the end
No dubs so we take Rs and pretend
Still get high wit' the guys and a Z
All get by cah' we nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing again
They're silent again
Soul popped out for the lies and pretend
No point passin' the mic to your friend
Dead dem' all wit' a mic and a pen
They say I got good vision
My eyes great
Cah' this pupil grew like I dialte
I'ma need more food, I ain't high yet
They're sayin' shit that I don't wanna' digest
Nah I ain't dumb, Mum nah I'on wanna' die yet
My skin way too thick, ah ya' knife bend?
Had a gay hoe come down with a nice dress
She don't really take dick but she like head
I ain't really go docs but I'm patient
I rather get my meds from a paigan
Skunk and sag, we clear out the station
Bro's cuffed, she love changing his status
Know what I mean when I give man a payslip?
Man slip when they come chasing a payment
All bars, if it ain't good then erase it
Take it, if you go hard you can name it
I'm a free soul, don't care where I can't go
Stay wit' the team that's E, G and Narco
Write good, I ain't got bricks
I got bars though
Step and I shine so bright all the stars go
He don't mean what he say, he's an arsehole
Nuff' smoke, gave up making it last, bro
Rich soul, I got rich taste but I'm part-broke
She's done
No PFP, ah ya' heart broke? Huh?
Spark it again
I spit bars while you laugh wit' your friends
In this game bro, you're hard or you're dead
The shit I spit put a heart in your chest
Dem' man only act hard wit' a skeng
Clear dat' bowl then I pass it again
Where man go?
Man, I raass in the shed
First place still lost last, in the end
No dubs so we take Rs and pretend
Still get high wit' the guys and a Z
All get by cah' we nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing again
They're silent again
Soul popped out for the lies and pretend
No point passin' the mic to your friend
Dead dem' all wit' a mic and a pen
(Live in the flesh)