Nah cah Ryans in his feelings right now, so you gotta give this one to him, still

But True say I'm a 10 out of 10, but They're both 2-7s like JDT

Yo

Dem boi must be mental, to think I take my foot off the pedal

Just know I'm full speed ahead, till all mouths are fed

I need all the bread I'll sleep when I'm dead

But I still need a break off and broski asked me for a breakoff

And these Js wanna see what I'm made of

But even if they wave them buns in my face, I'll still tell em bake off

Cause I'm locked in focussed, all the lines in their rap straight bogus

And I don't fear none of their olders, cause mine got the, shh, locked and loaded

I step with the DNA, merc like GLA

They're on a left ting, bros in a different lane

Stuck in the past, but I just innovate, copyright dooli, you can't imitate

I pull all the strings like Fender, bro got an arsenal like Wenger

Any small boy wanna send shots here

Send that shit straight back to sender

The machine got sweets, but it's not a vendor

Oh shit, I think I meant vending, success is sure, but it's still pending

And they want me to stop, but I ain't ending

As a yute was neglected now I'm accepted, look how the tables turn

And they say that they love you, but they don't love you till you're in a hearse or urn

So please lowe the fibs, you fakes

I'm climbing the ladder, avoiding the snakes

There's not one of them, boi, I rate, I'm looking at dooks like who be your mate

Some man dere think they're too road

Other man dere think they're too jazzy

They claim that they got bread and beef, but that beef just stays inside cause they're patties

And you can't put a price on these words like a bookshop

Soon have the game in a hold like a crook lock

Now I gotta dumb this down for the haters, it might go over their head like a hook shot