you better get to know me
slice up work like pepperoni
the police still arrest the homies
spit in your face with extra bogey
i might switch it up and direct a movie
pussyholes tried to execute me
died and came back as fela kuti
crackhead swag with the razor blade
red umbrella when i make it rain
see them online tryna fake the fame
they think i'm damon wayans
police wish i was stuck in prison
fish-eye lens on my tunnel vision
real life greaze when i touch the riddim
still the same guy when i touched a million
record labels wanted us to listen
but it's greatness only for the love of britain
i say it how it is and no fucks are given
so don't forget to remember me
especially all my enemies
keep your eyes on me with your jealousy
the most solid gang that you will ever see
just came back from the embassy
pull up in the whip with the gasoline
that's that boy from the magazine
bust my dance at the cash machine