They wanna speak my name, speak my lyrics, then act like they won't get shot
Use my name and get back slap. My lyrics aren't yours so no back chat
The shells you can keep, call it get back. Your phony artist better relax
My stylee a snap back, like punnani in a hot bath
Me na eating to turtle soup mixed with mutton. Me ghetto , wit a knife in a your belly button
They wanna speak my name, speak my lyrics, then act like they won't get shot from the spirit
Wings clipped, now you're falling. A sinking ship, I never needed you
I am my time, without writing rhymes. No need to write lines, me hot all the time

You got to delivered to evil, SLR for ya eagle . Now I'm gonna leave you see through, like a peephole
They wanna speak my name, speak my lyrics, then act like they won't get shot from my spirit
They wanna speak my name, speak my lyrics, then act like they won't get shot
My gun shatter temples so go on & run insides ya temples you'll get two shot in a ya temple cause ya fossils a thief & then asking god for relief like he going to stop the fire burning in a de streets the stomping in ya face wit my cleats ya blood clotting under me feet
They wanna speak my name an speak me lyrics an then act like they won't get shot