I Say So

Sipping fine wine, look at how well I've aged

And you can tell I've changed

Since back when I was on the packet like a sell-by date

I tried to melt my brain, had to go MIA

Cleaned up the mess I made

Already told them I'm a mental patient

With a pack of matches in a petrol station

Still want to watch the world burn just for my entertainment

Fly-kick a DJ off stage, karate chop to his turntables, it's record breaking

I could use these easy targets for practice

I'm the sensei, white belts, can't spar with the masters

Can't go bar-for-bar with these rappers

They kill the vibe like an acoustic guitar at the afters

And your bird looks like a lad

She's got a 'tache, why fi dat, how could you wifey that?

I know you're lying 'bout the sniff you sell

Plus I quit as well so either way I ain't buying that

Smoke my days away

They probably won't celebrate me till I'm in my grave

I'm ill because I say so, bitch, this ain't a game

No one who's got time to hate is getting paid

And I hope you pussies stay broke

Smoke my days away

Probably won't celebrate me till I'm in my grave

I'm ill because I say so, bitch, this ain't a game

No one who's got time to hate is getting paid

And I hope you pussies stay broke

I'm one of the illest ever

You're just somebody's guilty pleasure

That's on God like a robe and a big beard

At the top level, nobody's been here

I hit a bump in the road, now I'm steamrolling

It might level the playing field

Lying to yourself doesn't make it real

Try and name a time I ain't been killing 'em

This is not an isolated incident

Rap is lame, I'm tryna make a difference

Copycat rappers, dunno why they're playing innocent

Tryna copy me and take an influence, that's bullshit

Your brain don't work the same as mine, I ain't a simpleton

So if we ever use the same rhyme, it ain't coincidence

Key Lime Sherbet spliff, street side herbalist

Call me if you need my services

Beast like Cerberus, you're sweet like Percy Pig

You're clones, I was the first on the scene like journalists

Smoke my days away

They probably won't celebrate me till I'm in my grave

I'm ill because I say so, bitch, this ain't a game

No one who's got time to hate is getting paid

And I hope you pussies stay broke

Smoke my days away

Probably won't celebrate me till I'm in my grave

I'm ill because I say so, bitch, this ain't a game

No one who's got time to hate is getting paid

And I hope you pussies stay broke