Lyrics
You man are bare backing
I'm Burt Bacharach bareback
Posca pen packin'
Why they let the brer back in
Unbeknownst to most
P nyam the lamb n ghost
Ya album was ya own roast
Fully grown still slangin on my old post
Ballot box was jacked from the poll closed
David Poll sent the local
So So-Cal ya low cal
I let my ho boast
Hublot with the Bleu Bolt ya fold jell
Ya dime bus a show and tell live from the hotel
You done plateaued I'm the plat-du-jour
Raconteur Lads on tour love in the ascenseur
Ass so sore pass the butter calm ya udders
Sing a sad song of sixpence spent on nothin'
Ya hay day was payday and one hangover
I'm in a black Rover bangin' out the Sosa
Yeah yo pass the packet over
Fam i slap you sober
Rah man ya off ya noodle yaki soba
Yeah we colder doe da man a older so we foldin' dough
Ya roller coastin' tryna mould ya flow still ya lonely tho
It's only foes when ya stepping out
Oi Mo who let the veterans out
Chat to Priti tell her get em aat
OG like Sega Pegasus ya legacy mega sus
I tek cheques you still tek a bus
Seems like like the whole game left to Sonny n Pav
Ya runnin' with rats
We splashin' money in bags
We comin with fiscal proof
You Duncan with the Pinder-hue
I done did the shit that you was chicken to
I mean I did the shit you didn't do
Brü I did the shit you didn't do
I GOAT AWURK
GO BEZERK ROB THE WATCH SHOP ROKIN BURQAS
SWING DA GURKA
GIVE A TOSS
BOSS OR WORKER
STAND STILL HERO SNOT WURF IT
SUPLYIN DA MAN DATS
SUPLYIN DA MAN
IM SUPPLY DA MAN
DATS SUPPLY AN DEMAND
AGGPACK BACK JAB SMAK
CRACK NOSE BRIDGER
BROWN BOY AFTERNOON GO FIGURE
FREEZE DA CHIN CHILLER SIP SASPORILLA