Letras
This type of shit is in sparse supply
But I could never let the party die
Cos I've been nice since rappers wore Karl Kani
I wouldn't harm a fly but you aren't a fly
So fuck your life with no strings
You still tick flims and roll pins
Gimme all the trouble that dough brings
Cos hearing mo' money mo' problems when you're on the dole stings
It's just one of those things
I hold me middle fingers up like I'm tryna rob me own rings
And both of them were meant for you if you caught a glimpse
You're pouring scorn on me name, I'm pouring drinks
I act aloof cos you claim your the man but lack the proof
People all over the globe will tell you I'm the truth
The only rep you ever had—was on a package holiday—in Magaluf
Drug addled youth
Shh you're sending me to sleep like rain on a cabin roof
When I hear you rap
I feel like a dad and you're messin' with the thermostat
You need to turn it back, I'm tryna see me breath in ere
The coldest in the northern hemisphere
Let me make this shit very clear
Cult Mountain might be dead but don't shed a tear
We were never ere
Signed yours unfaithfully, have a very depressing year
P.S I hope you're a complete mess
It just doesn't feel fair
I complete the bleep test being pushed in a wheelchair
While you try, try again only to fail
I swing the hammer while you're holding the nail
You only hope to prevail, I make it happen
616 is for the kids like Michaela Strachan
If I didn't say wasapnin I don't fuck with yer
And if I did, it was probably just to fuck with yer
Cos either way I don't fuck with yer
Wassup with yer?
I mean I've been keepin well
Life's a blur but it's still HAPPYPPL
Can't find a snare, slap a BBL