[Verse]
Way too savage
Blade do damage
Ribcage, straight through jackets
Make you vanish
Blud, that ain't you rapping
You're fake 2Pac-ing
I make a man stand still like it's after 6
And there's A2 traffic
I've got Magnum for mandem
They've got MAC-10s for action
See that flat over there?
Well, I'm the reason that gaff's been abandoned
I know bangers, you know bangers
I've got another banger to add to the anthems
My enemies are adamant it's handled
But whatever they had planned's been cancelled
I said late night, who rat?
Tinted, rolling, I heard through the
Grapevine, two guys
Vincent, Joseph, wanna come and
Make my roof fly
Dickheads, don't ask, a man'll get
Stage fright, I'm too right
I'm different, show them
Manaman's sick in the head, where the meds at?
If I fill a stick up with lead, lift your head back
Man's got shit in the shed for the getback
Don't you forget that
Jet black crep, I order crep protect
These are the creps for the creepers
Bally rolled up so tight
You might mistake the rasclart ting for a headband, calm
Give me the Magnum with the red cap
But the bitch on the side ain't getting bred, fam
With my brilliant mind, I've got a next plan
I might kill, I'm the kindest to dead man
When her mum hears the news
They couldn't fill up her iris in sweatpants
Where was you back then?
Now you're tryna give a n***a advice, nah, forget that
Biggie said "sky was the limit" and I got me a jetpack
N***a, I was writing this lyric and my bredrin went mad
Man thought I forgot something on my yard
The way I went in, came out, then I went back
If I priced my rhymes, this one would be ten bags
Birds-eye view, watch a one or two eggs hatch
Oh, you n***as is new to this fly shit?
Well, don't get caught in the web, fam
[Outro]
That's mad. Definitely a fan of myself
You know like, you know like that, fam?
That before anyone else feels my music, I feel my shit, that's fucking-
I'm the fucking hardest, bruv
Matter of fact, I'm the best, bruv. Yeah?
The level of constistency? Crazy, bruv
Who's been firing like that 13 years?
Firing
I've got that look in my eye again
Who's Ghetts? I be the Risky Roadz guy again
If another MC says they're the best in front of me
Tell an MC don't lie again
Personal and up-close, cutthroat
Blade under your neck like a violin
All these MCs want is a wheel
4x4, drive Michelin tyred