Lyrics
I breach through these doors with G-force
As I creep towards the edge of a ruthless seesaw
Since a yute, I've been sleepy and bored 'til I respawn
Possessin' the juice with too much sauce to sweep floors
I breach through these doors with G-force
As I creep towards the edge of a ruthless seesaw
Since a yute, I've been sleepy and bored 'til I respawn
Possessin' the juice with too much sauce to sweep floors
Been poor, still ain't got room to cheap-talk
Unless you a producer, fuck what you do on your keyboard
Steez galore ain't rig rewards 'til the future's beacon means war
England team have conceded immediately, all the people saw
Solo repeats on BBC Sport, I'm pretty sure it'll be okay
Hold my own range, reason to flaunt the flames
Ain't fallin' for what most say, bold claims and all of that jazz
Pulsatin' souls like Coltrane with the flow to spat
And I blow my sax a croak, lookin' like I shop at Jacomo
But body mass is low, under the planet crackin' codes
Off the map I go, might destroy my skull
But foes can't halt a loyal soul
I breach through these doors with G-force
As I creep towards the edge of a ruthless seesaw
Since a yute, I've been sleepy and bored 'til I respawn
Possessin' the juice with too much sauce to sweep floors
I breach through these doors with G-force
As I creep towards the edge of a ruthless seesaw
Since a yute, I've been sleepy and bored 'til I respawn
Possessin' the juice with too much sauce to sweep floors