Greatness

Nutten less than greatness

Excuse the hiatus

I just warn cut through

Fuck being famous

Ain't no majors

Paid my wages

I do my own ting

I'll pass on favours

What's that gelato

I know bout flavours

My mans a asshole

I ain't seen him in ages

Drop the bad boy ting out

It don't suit you it ain't tailored

This fendi not Fubu

I play Buju on occasions

my n***** dark skin light skin and Dangerous

I ain't got not paigons

It's been a long since i was on the Pavement

Check the status don't mistake it

Do me wrong then compensate it

I don't even really wanna talk about it

Let dem over conversate it

Roll wid God don't roll with Satan

I Wont over complicate it

I take cash or wire payments

Still got plants inside the basement

Arab oil you know You know the fragrance

If I'm on mute you know the statement

I might not drop as much as them

But come on man you know the cadence

Dem man deh are prone to failing

Ronaldo World Cup after 98

Golden boy there's no debating

I just switch up the bloodclart vibes

Yard man how could I do just grime

Nah man man I'm heavy

Jus weave and fire

I do what I please and I please all the buyers

In another five I'm due to retire

But fuck dat man better talk to nice

I've been through hell

And I walk through the fire

Come out unscathed

In awesome attire

Put me on the front of Esquire

I'm looking like I did 10 prior

Get it never been a get by "er"

Dirty clean it put in the dryer

Name never really on a flyer

But it's calm I'm still the messiah

And I got cars there for hire

All you gotta do is inquire

It's there what ever you require

That ain't ever gonna expire

Dan man Dan man Dan man

I can wear pink like Camron

Don't try tek mi ediat

I been known to one bang man

You Dave

I got peas in my Santan

Don't rave got pickney ya man

Swiftly swiftly

Never sold holly or Whitney

Cash money you ain't gotta tick me

Birdman 40 on the wrist G

Tings set I don't do sets

DJ you ain't gotta mix me

When I'm on my run

Don't bother try clip me

Campaign mad up

Try get bad up

Think I'm a child

Rude boy stand up

Grown and dapper

Not just a rapper

I'm takin the piss fuck your bladder

I'm upfront 6 foot Razza

Wa gwarn suck ya mudda

Ring the alarm

I didn't Stutta

I read psalms

You little fucker

I didn't fuck her

I didn't wanna

But she was on it

But she was butters

My bae she a Stunner

We fly out every summer

Siblings just brother

And queen for a mudda

A king for a dad

I can't lie I didn't suffer

I ain't a fuck up