[Verse 1]
Yeah
Control your emotions son
Easy,easy, easy
Yeah
(Mash are you runnin')
Ey! Unfortunately hype can only get you this far
Unfortunately that's how i describe your catalogue
They drop three and claim OG status i'm working on my fourth
The first three have been considered flawless
Top charts without a major sponsor
It's that talk that make your favourite noxious
Yeah i listen when they making offers but i ain't the compromising type of artist
It's different shit i get myself involed in
So i just cannot be where all of ya'll is
Decline invites, the studio my office
Never had to dress up for a vuzu red carpet
I'm unbothered we don't cater for a common market
You can't hang you not gang
Cut off is rope and harness smile piece of the bargain is the largest, that makes me a target
(And it's real)
Yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
Tell your favourites they ain't nothing i ain't come here to be buckstien
Every move calculated
Roll a red carpet
Couldn't fair them all these niggers move 'till today is shocking, they don't live their lyric shit it's sad them niggers bluffing
I ain't here to get along,niggers fake
I'm here to run for years long
Winning staright, ain't no crew in this flaming as teedupcee*
Even took my time to look around and i ain't seen a thing
Hope they ain't scared to show themselves, if that is the reason they should quit it 'cause we came more than prepared to show them hell
They dreading on the real
Only if we in it they don't get it we intranfectually* moving parallel shit
Fresh on that MRC, never second guess him
It's a message to these half ass rappers i hope they're private
They don't understand it
For them it could be traggic
They bow we always said it and later on we wreck it