What is the mic? Here, yeah? Yeah, alright?
Universe! It's better one! Gigs, okay?
Dark, alright now, man, now you ain't the same thing you had before, man
It's something fresh, it's nothing, so you know, say nothing around
It's urgent spare no one lets roll
I'm from down south, but we in BMF
UK villains, what you know about PMS (mm)
Mix the flick with the damn, now I'm seeing press
Put it on the streets of a delivery, but I'm seeing less (mm)
Shit starting to stress me
It's OT pussy, all trying to arrest me
But can't they forget me? They're trying to depress me
That's why they nicked Jim Jones, Carton and Pesky
(That upset me) asked the father to bless me
Wash away my sins and pardon my treachery
'Cause after I met B, caught me a marvellous tech
He dissed me, I blew up like half of his left knee
(Cheese!) And we got the candy dots, call it nose candy, ain't no whiskey on the brandy shots
And they're going mad for all the grams, you got the grams, you got
I ain't 50 cent, but bitch, I'll take it to the candy shop
Nigga, I'm a family man, and I love my family lots
That's why I bang for my brothers, fuck a family loss
Trap all day, ain't no time for hanky-panky jobs
Even though I know a lot of Jay-Z's wanna rank me up
Father in this rap game, so try and understand the god
I've been in the streets before you niggas took your pampers off
Huh? No, you ain't getting all of that