Standout (feat. Loyle Carner & Venna)

No days off Yo, I stand out like a black man in Kazakhstan From where man get bored at if they ain't have plans As that stands, I know the ropes like my backhand Ain't tryna sit here chasing ghosts like I'm Pac-Man Really from the grassroots of soil Yard with the hard, akh had it on the boil My shorty act rash, man she spoiled I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle, wrap the nyash up in foil We actually royal, you're listening to kings Where the haters now? Listen in the wind Rappers think they bad because they niggas in the bin But they ain't on business, thеy was chicken on the wing Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray Mind moving slow, I control, alt and backspace Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day Balled like a cat, man'll stroll through yuh rat race Bun that, telling them I'm grown I'ma do it on my own, uh I've been heading for the throne Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like I stand out, like a black man on a hockey pitch Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit A lot of fellas fallin' out, we ain't hoppin' ship Remember listening to Knucks, just a couple bucks Little somethin' for my mums, nothing from my pops Rebel bring a little fruit, grab a couple cups I used to mix a little juice just to mash it up, trust We got to duckin' if they started smoking Blunts, yo, I hit it once and I started choking Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't bun their zoot Q, bun that, telling them I'm grown Running if you ain't coming, I'ma do it on my own, uh Fuck rap, I've been heading for the throne Make the yutes leave the trap like the kid in Home Alone, like Bun that, telling them I'm grown I'ma do it on my own, uh I've been heading for the throne Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like