Uh

Styling on the yelas, I have yet to meet someone who can do it just like me

Hate to be cocky but that's why my homies are, they're always there to remind me

Fuck being nice, if I give you my time I'm expecting something in return now

People love talking about nothing, that's why I don't usually pull my AirPods out

Kowloon Side, I'm just a City Boy

Grew up on Siu Mei and VLT

Balling with the local boys

And playing Dota with the Nepalese

My team we moving in silence, you fuck with one of us, you fucking with thousands

City so small, I can promise you that you really don't want no fucking problems

Uh

Pick up the pen and just write shit

Lately been on a roll like some dices

I be moving the game like I'm psychic

I be proving them wrong like a scientist

She be giving me brain like I'm mindless

Now she telling her friends all about us

Showing up to my house acting childish

Girl, I'm too busy for this shit, I'm moving on

Maintain my status as number one

Rappers tip-toeing around me, afraid they might wake up this beast in hibernation

Sleeping on me like this some vacation

Bitch, get the fuck off me

I got nothing to prove to you, I'm far beyond these yelas' level

They cannot touch me

I'm in a league of my own

Sometimes I feel so alone

Nobody even come close

They tell the club that they backing out soon as they see my name on the same show

I guess that's just how it goes

When you turning all their fans into your fans, makes sense why nobody wants smoke

Bitch I've been killing it since '94

Always knew I was different than most yelas

Troubled artist like Vincent van Gogh

I poured my heart and my soul

Into my work, but also lost my mind

In the process, had to sacrifice

Everything else, they were asking me why

I even bothered trying at all

Funny how life is cuz now they all know

DMing me saying they love all my songs

Sweet like revenge, I ain't sour about it

I ain't got time for these petty emotions

I know it feels good to be recognized but I ain't doing this for anyone else man

This is my life man, everything that I write is real life man

Fuck what you know

King of this hill, yeah, I'm standing on top of the bodies of all these rappers that I've killed

Hero or villain, I don't give a fuck what you call me neither do I care how you feel

Yelas be tripping, they all fake as fuck man, I hate it when they say real recognize real

Second you ask them to prove it, they make up all kind of excuses and then disappear

Dressing the part only gets you so far

Bitches acting cute or showing some bra

Posting their shit on IG like it don't fucking stink, that's the state of Hip Hop in Hong Kong

Yeah, I said it and I fucking mean it

I know some yelas already feeling

Some type of way about what I'm saying

Dare you to prove me wrong, I'm waiting, uh

Crickets is all I'm fucking hearing

Quiet like it's a Sunday evening

I hit a nerve and now they bleeding

Die a hero or become a villain

Feels like the latter but fuck it I'm living

Blood, sweat and tears, every night I'm still spilling

Filling my cup up with whatever's missing, uh

But it's 8:52 and I'm thinking of leaving

She taking off her make up and her earrings

Crying cuz I told her I don't believe in us

Anymore, I mean there was once

A point when I loved you so much

But I realized that I could never be enough

For you