The difference between you and I, is u and I

Recte Sapere Fons, name a list, we know who's high

A bullseye or a fool's eye

It's always gonna be gold no matter whose eye

It's always gonna be shaky no matter who is taking the shot

There's always gonna be finesse when a goat's taking a shot

Never looking to fall

Go on a solo run, we all know this ain't getafe

I'm in iCell Bursting on the mic like a jefe

Don't know much Spanish, I learnt this off Doe's duolingo

Cos every night my babe is on Carne de Cordero

Throat goat but this some shii she gonna choke to

Hate GPS on while on this motherfucking rap mode

2014 had afrobeats **** in their feeling bro

They missed on the chairman album and they all on they phone

Now we see them talmbout rap gone ghost mode

But ain't gonna blame this ****, we got a one eyed Sunday as the face of rap

You know he kinging all the blind ****

Cos **** now got magnitude forgetting they had direction

Scenes thinking motherfucking wishes were horses

Watching Sunday ride one thinking he can be dagboru

While I'm here waiting for the next day as a community note

Put the adugbo on a chokehold

No snatching or grabbing, a lonely walk to aso

I'm on fx, you heavy on the fucking hold

Industry backing your weakness, making the propaganda sold

I'm not the type who's gonn fold

Listening to Y'all to know how bad I could go

Afrobeats giving mix signals like they don't know their pronouns

The west taking over your music culture

It's like slavery in digital mode

You getting couple of numbers in your bank

You don't care how long your feelings gone

Like mtn, they everywhere you go

They in brownian motion and you think they can hurt my emotions

Not some of them making a fool of the culture

Stupid beefs, you know they starved of attention

I'm in the mix of all of this having the biggest laugh

Watch **** who claim they can go on and on for a freestyle having it hard on a song

There's more to funny lines you tell your **** and they eat it up

Hyping you up cos you're the one they looking on to for their next meal

Gas you up to the next location with a speaker

Now you're rapping to hungry people seeing you as comic relief

Mary thick so she milky

Get on the fucking mic, there's a lot going on around you

Hunting for fame, impact on the sidelines looking at you

Like what you gonn do

Are you really gonna keep bitching about your next meal or you write about it

Wrap it round with your conscience

A little prayer to your existence

A proof of the higher power, the bigger being putting you on the right path

You couldn't bring it out of you like peakadomo

So I'm standing selfless as your mentor

Killing what's already dead

Cos that's what you're to me if you was once a rapper glory hunting

Nipost doing deliveries for every rapper

Giving you up as an example

I know they getting it late

But when they do, I wouldn't be underground no more

I be looking them from out the tomb

From up above, and living in their subconscious

Cos now I've got magnitude, giving them direction

Search through your soul and 5 pages popping up with me on them

I'm a protagonist from the future and Y'all working for me without me knowing bout it

That's why I'm leaving the real rappers out of this

I don't want no grandfather paradox

My Scorpio sign making me do like a fox

You're never seeing me in a box

No tapping in, I do the playmaking

From half way and I'm dribbling

Ankara Butty, Ankara Butty

Ankara Butty, Ankara Butty

Going on and on, it's getting filthy

Sexy passes, feeling like KDB

Seen with the greats, I'm the group admin

I'm number one, I know that's a odd one

So I made you number two, to get you even