Greatest Rapper Alive

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Hey, beat, beat, play that shit.

Huh.

Allow me to reintroduce myself. They all think you're the driller.

When I've done more, don't confuse yourself.

Prideful and stubborn, no way in hell would I call you for help. Grade color DF, that's one way to make the groupies melt.

Go ask the foes if Little Nettles used to hit their block and then hitting my home run.

And if we ain't seen no one on their block, if we hit up their home.

And I done slept on genuine girls, but then took in some hoe ones.

The scummiest thing that I ever did was run off with hoe ones.

No open goals, had hoes in situations begging for tappings, fact. The same way my whole hood used to beg me to rap.

And since then, they can't tell you even one time I was capping.

They nicked me for some but no way you'll catch me ratting.

Her head game, out of this world, could be Jupiter, could be Saturn, could be Neptune, maybe Venus, or one of them other planets.

Mummy kicked me out the cut. Couldn't manage with all the trapping.

Started giving cats work to sleep over, and this is all facts.

Bad timing, my emerald cuts are not lab diamonds. The internet got people wilding. Like, comment, subscribing.

Gotta watch what I say. In court, they're using lyrics.

When you catch a case, you tell the truth, you're dumb. If you cap in your raps, you're fucking lame.

I'm still cropping pics when I see a Judas in the picture frame.

I'm still tagging sticks in cars I whip 'cause I don't mind taking chase. Okay, I done made pagans relocate.

I done seen love start squeezing hate.

All them pa-larty sessions she be attending, now I can't see no way.

You ain't been in no stitch where snitching's beneficial, but you won't speak on name.

But I'm just a rapper boy, like what he said, I don't want no Rico case.

Face your fate, and when you leave home, make sure back you make it safe.

pack up through blending, but no cap, all you heard was eight oh eight. Used to dream about a hundred racks, but I've made a lot more. Bought a

Patek for eighty thousand. Used to dream about an offshore. Now I'm not sure.

From early became the man of my household.

But be-before that, used to look up to my dad like Harry Osborn. The first whapping that I ever bought was a thirty-eight special.

Free A, he's in jail sending niggas to splash hot water from their kettle.

And fuck your flowers. There ain't much that I can do with all them petals.

I know niggas that used to be him, now him ain't on the schedule.

And I know girls, Chanel bagged off, living in council flats.

I know guys, no jewelry, but made a killing off the trap.

I know guys that killed niggas, but killed them niggas by accident. I know guys, first time going jail, got way more than they could fathom.

Got Stevie saying I should be a bigger artist.

But the truth is I ain't ever tried in music and always took this shit for granted.

Like one day I'm in the booth, then the next I'm in the hill. Home is where the heart is.

That's probably why I end up right back where it started.

Try to stay away from writing songs like this, but this shit's therapeutic.

Attempt to go commercial, but them songs don't ever do shit. Now I'm back in the studio feeling embarrassed and stupid.

I'm from the hood where funeral's the only time you wear a suit.

Niggas saying that I've changed. That sounds like whittings, I reckon.

And I hope you're not comparing eight years ago to the present. Free Wax, the federales caught him slipping with a

Wesson. He's been touring in Her Majesty's Prison now for a second.

I done helped out, got no thanks. I'm assuming they'll thank me later.

Pagee gave me my man's address, and now I owe her a favor.

Mum found Dutty and Dubz like Dappy to Lisa and Fazer. She said, "Get out, take your phone and all this paraphernalia.

" The sad thing about death isn't even the fact that they died.

It's the fact they're dead and gone without even saying goodbye.

And you can literally see my pain if you look into my eyes. Chico, they never lie.

There's no way you ain't watched that film.

And you're a pussy, you'll probably prefer to die before you kill. A midlife crisis had me contemplating growing dreads.

I'm from the trench. A stabbing happened outside my mum's on my first day out the feds.

I know she CC walks already. I've been in her bedroom and her bed.

Unfinished business too, and money can't buy happiness.

It's like all they want is sticks dropped in them shootings, they'll be happy to. I don't need game.

I be turning bitches on just from my attitude. Got tired of being broke.

Hitting cells is what I had to do. To live this life, you gotta sacrifice, and it might cost lots.

Bro, I drifted one of my closest cousins' car. He lived on the opp block.

Thought I was the man.

The first week, my phone done a bag a day, hitting every shot like I need competition eradicated. Look, can't be like him when I'm 30 plus. ADB beats,

I've murdered nuff.

Most these bitches got them a price tag, but that just saves me flirting much. Put Dougie to rest with a burner tucked.

I'll be the reason burners bust. Telling lies about off with a P. He only reezed two birds and a.

Said he got grenades, but that's a serious thing.

T-charge and a category A is what they'll put you in. Her pussy so wet, I'll be slipping out after slipping in.

probably thought I was a clown until he got the ying.

Trying to convince Elski that ain't worth a crash over.

Got hoes from New York to the Yam you little pricks would bash over. And they're cool with no strings being attached.

And if boy them stop this car, then long story short, it's a wrap.

Just know we grew up playing money up. We weren't shooting no dice. Put in work.

With my age group, all the way up to Dyson. When you're humble, you give them room to believe whatever they like.

So I'ma start telling myself I'm the greatest rapper alive.