Listen, uh, look They don’t party cah they scared to bar Loonz Crazy little bunnies wanna watch me like a cartoon Too many rappers like to gas about a hard tune Make a real song and start spitting, what you can’t do They get JSA but they say they earning gwap Saying that they’re striking like they’re Berbatov Still making vids about the kind of guns you learnt on COD Your team are cheerleaders, not a murder squad You’re not Ash, don’t tell me that you catch M’s Gonna get yourself in trouble fam, about you flash skengs You ain’t grinding 9-5 and you don’t make P’s Gonna need luck like the shape on your fake jeans Look, I duck pigs and they curl hogs People wanna bring the long-nose ’cause of known dogs Even if the loot’s dead, can’t bump me star Always wanna know how low is the Peter Bill each, maybe five bills [?] Dash it in the cupboard, call that an evil monkey If we go Nando’s, it’s a merry one See my chick’s bubbly, she got the Peri on Zero MC’s messing with this number one I won’t ask for a twos cah I don’t bun He won’t go free if I hit him in his jawside I wanna blow like the smoke from the 45 Haters can’t stomach me cah I make ’em sicks Since ’07 I’ve been stunting on the chicks These rappers all hungry but I just ate though Nine times that I’ve made ten higher papes fold I’m A-Class, something that you can’t be They’re telling me they’re fire so I put it on a CD Now I’ve got the women up in heaven like they’re in E F that, I keep mine clean like a real G H, I grind like an orphan Jeans stay True with the J’s, that’s Jordan Stacking up cake but I’m living in a hellhole M when they try tell me that they don’t fold Sweetboys, ‘nough cream, I’ll eat a few I can’t afford bare tools when I beef with you What? Then you’re gonna have a shock Whip out the thunder fam, then I’ll let it Pikachu