Yes, indeed, I'm up in this here
Let them see l'm walking with purpose
Legacy and not interference
When I take one bad step (Yeah)
I never let it deter me (No)
Yes, it can cause man stress (Yeah)
But I never let it determine
Where I'm headed, what I've been learning
Share my bread, I'm not gonna burn it (Yeah)
They're quick to jump in my business
Wish I could turn these frogs into Kermit
These eejits doing the bare minimum here and they're gone
These lot wearing a Moncler in the sun
It's not fair what you're comparing him on
These are fairies, I'm like Merlin amongst them
It got weird when I got paired with the ones
That compose bare repetitive songs
Have you ever heard "Cold in the Summer"?
It's got more flows and it's like bare minutes long (Yeah)
What comes off the top of their heads is cap as always (Woo)
Rap is lawless, no code of conduct like back in college
Remember the days we'd rap in hallways
Like he did that, not speaking facts
Man, I swear they're speaking hyperbolic, it's ripe with bollocks
Growing in size inside of Dublin
But I notice the lies excite the public
Yo, I cannot be like them (Bitch) 'cause I know they wanna be like me (Bitch)
That's why they wanna pree like ten 'cause I'm who they wanna be high key (Bitch)
Yo, they cannot be my friends (Bitch), they only come through for the VIP
They spem 'cause they didn't realise then how big I'd be (Bitch)
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
When I'm a money maker
I don't want your spuds
Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love
Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
Ayy, understand
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
When I'm a money maker
I don't want your spuds
Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love
Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
I make my own opportunities
Nobody knows what to do with me
Either too woke or I'm too litty
I make conflicting music ,that's why no one's in tune with me
But still "Ozone" hit that two milly
Verses so tight, so these rappers don't wanna do tunes with me
But still got too many tunes in me
Kill every track, I'II start putting these tunes out with eulogies
Rip up the track like a hooligan
Try box me in and I break out the box like I'm Houdini
People are wondering who is he
He's an amazing fellow and the *Shades of Yellow* volume sounds like a playlist for who he be
'Cause everything bangs, on reloading, it's never been blank (Bitch)
Whenever these man use a load of colloquialism
When they wrote the riddim is the only thing that's ever been slang (Bitch)
Trust me, bro, man, they've never been gang(Bitch)
Incognito whenever the beef lands(Bitch)
Costly, you don't wanna end up in sand
I'm a talented man and that's why (Ah)
All the beats knock more than Jehovah's witnesses (Bitch)
Tryna see top floors of the oldest Hilton's (Bitch)
Haven't seen your mum in a Rover
But happy with being top four, then you've shown your fitness
You won't keep up (Bitch)
We're in separate lanes, we're not equals (Bitch)
See they said my name, it weak 'cause (Bitch)
Man, I just said my name and got wheel ups (Wee)
(Wheelin', wheelin', wheelin', yeah)
If you ain't got one M on your own tune, then I don't wanna hear no chat about streaming (Bitch)
Or Spotify numbers (Bitch)
Like who are them man deceiving?
Can't have disagreements with youngers
Them little rascals are dizzy, raskit, 'low it, they're really bonkers
They're quick to jump in my business
Basket mouth and their leaking nonsense
It's nonsense, man (Bitch)
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
When I'm a money maker
I don't want your spuds
Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love
Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
Ayy, understand
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
When I'm a money maker
I don't want your spuds
Don't want your hugs, I don't need fake love
Yeah, you can rub me out of conversations
If you don't love me now, don't love me later
We know who the LeBron is in this ting
All these other boys, they're my sons in this ting
We know who sets the pace
We know who sets the bar
We know who they're tryna keep up with
Jyellow, fuckin' L
Chris Kabs on the beat, bitch
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