Still, it’s me
Coming for necks like a guillotine
‘Cause it’s kill or be… them
I have the sickest genes
Calen told me he was happy
About Daddy coming to rip the scene
Wait!
Your flows got ‘em napping like the milk he drinks (Wow!)
My flow’s on crack like a builder’s briefs (What?)
Told me you’re gonna smash if I hid the keys
But I’ll hold the door for you fannies like it’s chivalry
Stoop to your level, we’re still far apart, midget’s knees
You married Hip Hop, she’s nipping ‘round to Ev’s
I think the vows are dead
The guilt surrounding it
I tried kicking her out of bed for eating crisps
But your chick a tease
Need to adapt like I plugged the aux
Supreme, but keep the drops that you can’t put in a box
Few heathens, seeking, warning not to fuck with God
Two Jesus pieces on me, ‘case I’m double-crossed
Hold on
Take off the cap like a bucket bong
You believe the green is spawning from the muck ya talk
Grew on trees, your reach would probably get you enough to stop
Foolishly squeezing for jobbies, but you’re touching cloth
I know (What?)
“It’s just a prop” (Mhmm)
I hear lines about checking in with your fucking squad
You’ve never been there before
With just the clothes on your back
And I’m not talkin’ getting your luggage lost
If you were smart, stay in your own lane
Or prepare a slow death
Or watch them cart you down your own lane
Like an air hostess
I hope your service goes left
Make sure your hearse has no reg
Just so you’re pulled one last time
For not adhering by the terms of the clear road I cement
They’ve whole projects about dodging opps
So your vision’s literally put together by a duck tape
Like a pair of old specs
Fairy soap pen
Cleaner than a germaphobe's flesh
In the mirror, so tense
But they tear, no reps
I observe low-strength
When I refer, overheads
If I bring nothing to the plate
The weight of that bar alone
Is what your lyrics won’t bench
I dare them, throw threats
Have your location surrounded in numbers
Like Eircode letters
I’m so dope (Wow!)
Got the sniffer dogs going wild
Little Nokia phone to dial
To get me caught, approaching child
Do anything for P
Did he assault hopeless lives?
I could put a milli on no one’s trialled
I’m so dope
They abuse me, it’s dodgy
I’m so dope
I look lovely when I scoot through
And fools choose to record me
I’m so dope, they had to put me on the 2FM Cypher
With Huva and Bobby
Fellas dissin’ and they hope I fail
My checklist got them under the bed
And flipping like a dope boy’s scale
All that’s left to tick is a cougar to get me swimming
After eating, fulfil my premonitions of old wives' tales
Til then, is mise G (Mhmm)
O.A.T. got me talking like I wasn’t initially
You didn’t know I’ve been abbreved? (What?)
I’ll show you why to emcee
‘Cause I ate these little village peeps
Flynn’ll be redeemed as the epitome of a genius
If spitting’s your niece, I wouldn’t leave
‘Til the bitch was fleeced, cause she’s
As thick as thieves, capeesh?
Kiss each of her cheeks
Like I’m in a Sicily greeting
Don’t bicker between who did the deed
I promise
Still, it’s me
Coming for necks like I missed the cleavage
Cause it’s kill or be…
I must’ve passed down the witty gene
‘Cause Calen told me he was happy
About Daddy coming to give them grief
Still, it’s me
Coming for… Stop it, look
Over their raps like a boxing glove
“Bath, bottle, and bed” is the motto, plus
I hit them with a bat and bottle
‘Til their bed’s a coffin, it’s ironic
Whatever way you swing it
My toddler yawns to me, rocking ‘em
Calen’s chaining day
So here’s the game in a locket, son (Daddy?)
Hold on Calen, you got your turn
I’m just saying if they think I’m a problem
Wait ‘til they see what’s to come