(Ghosty)
Oh shit is it Ghosty's riddim
Yeah fam, Jme's so sick with it
Yo hold this listen
You know this isn't patterned
Don't let this flow go missing to the vultures sniffing
Talk bout culture, pay attention to who the cultures killing
All the OG's chilling, young g's with it
Man will pimp the ride, yet no exhibit
Which strap? Pick it
Click-clack, click it
Don't care fam, you won't slap with it
You're shook fam, brick it
This ain't a freestyle
This a 8 style, you'll think DigDat did it
Take man out, under arm lift it
Rip that ticket, hit that wicket
Have a drink, kick back sipping
Not scared of the bogeyman, pick that, flick it
You wanna listen to someone rough to make you feel rough
Cause' you're not rough
Need to get drapes up by the scruff of your neck
And start learning how to scuff
Think you're all tough
Shit hits the fan, man reach
I'm cold and hot like chilli, come fuck with me
Cats trolls offline, it's tump up city
Baby mum pretty so I dont care bout no bum-bum titty
Not a dumb-dumb, silly
I wake up giddy, smile on my face like I won one milly
D-I-Y, yeah man will get busy
Plaster the dents in my ceiling, you know about Chunkz & Filly
BBK shirt, shorts, durag
Fam my drips not drippy
I'm bait in the ends like Lickshot Lippy
Flow fire ahlie but it's not Chippy
Offline fam it got sticky
Half my supporters are pissed off with me
Fuck the chart rude boy
Tryna make man move like some TikTok nitty
You wanna listen to someone rough to make you feel rough
Cause' you're not rough
(This is the one that Jme made)
Mana' grown up like David Spade
But me and my daughter make daisy chains
Buy Sarah some ladies frames
She knows I'm a catch like David James
I'm a keeper like David James
Ask for the best and I'll say these names
Jemet, Dushane and James
Aaron, Joseph and Jamie's bait
We don't play these games
Get dashed on the floor like Macy Gray
In training day man will chief man up, then name and shame
Drown a man like David Blaine
Poke hole in your skin like David Blaine
There's a frog in your throat like David Blaine
That's shit on your pants, not gravy stains
Porsche cause' the Range is bait
True say man ain't got basic taste
Online, haters hate
But you can't tell if the hate is fake
Catch man in the strangest place
Spinning back fist, break his face
They say no pain, no gain
So use this moment to make a change
I played it safe cause' I forgot the bar, then I sprayed it late
You don't wanna feel Jme's rage
Grime MC, FM's your favourite rain
Street Fighter arcade on stage
Neon logo made it great
Man just says it straight
Everybody eats, take a plate
It's a grave mistake if you sleep on my name like Wakey Wake
My durag ain't making wage
Got the fresh canerow like David Haye
Get a one-two like David Haye
I'm on the ones and twos like Jason K
Indirect, no blatant straight
On a direct ting like David Yates
Don't care if you make it rain
You're still an eediat with Satan traits
And pagan mates, your bars are dead like Lazy says
I don't take a break
Clocked over your head like Flavour Flav
At the top of the stairs like Flavour Flav
I'm at the top of the stairs like baby gates
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