I’m the definition of your favourite rapper’s favourite rapper fuck I don’t need a fan

I don’t need a Stan I don’t need a clan

And I don’t need a gang cos I don’t need to bang

I just need a couple grand so I can feed the fam

There’s a difference between grown and being a man

Everybody grows except those like Peter and Pan

Everybody wants to hustle I don’t see the plan

Cos in life no amount of money can increase your span

Mother should have called me Russel cos I’ve been a brand

I’m the type of swimmer that’s a winner but I’ve never swam

And couple situations had to be the bigger man

Should of stayed and fought but I walked at least I never ran

But the truth be told is I don’t give a damn

Cos most man on road are junk and I don’t need no spam

These jokers trying to provoke a **** to see the can

But they know that I’m focused cos I can see their plans

Never been the type to fuss about glitz and the glam

Like I don’t mind Nando’s or chicken in Sam’s

And I prefer rocking slippers to kicks worth a grand

I told them don’t follow me cos I switch up the plan

Everybody say I’m hot but I don’t see no fan

I don’t see tan I don’t see no sand

All I see is all these **** trying to flip a gram

And all these single baby mothers in need of a man

Damn are you listening fam

Hope you're listening fam

I gotta spit best 16 every verse

So you know you next 16 gone be work

Get off my dick like a sex scene in reverse

They all my kids but I ain't breast feed them at birth

I'm Real with it

Real lyricist with the skill

And I'm real different

We ain't spitting just for a deal

Hater deal with it

We ain't wishing we make it real so we will live it

Real shit we already in it

So we get it

Get it

They don't get my message

And if it don't exist then invent it

If you got a gift then present it

I'm reckless

I don't give fuck about no royalties unless I get percentage

Ain't nothing bigger than my pen is

You'll figure out the ending if you spell it, me i’m just a menace

Strike a pose you know that I'ma pro behind the lenses

So I don't check my Insta post if you jealous

The reason why my flows extra nice

I don't spit I do flow exercise

Precise fire

Type to heat the coldest night

The Homie Nige told me like

You so hard

Yup but so is life

My little mans getting bigger

He see his daddy's getting thinner

I see he notices his daddy's missing dinner

When I look at him I'm looking in the mirror

When he looks at me I hope he see a winner

Cah

You're the one I'm missing all these night's for

I can't hug you and kiss you in a night storm

All the time I be missing and that's my fault

I love your mum but the issues I got no time for

Pour my heart out though I need to write more

Can't find the time coz the money I need to grind for

Got no enemies got no rivals

Tell a **** if you mad at me best be mindful

F-in with my survival

Holla my young dun will leave you a tribal

Ain't ina that anymore so don't try Tu

Pick up a riz buss an ital

Gran always says grandson pick up your bible

Coz In the end it will be vital

And a **** always try too

Think about heaven all the time where will I go

Pray to the Lord

Will I see my bros

Going through a pause

Thinking of my life little stress

Couple Bill's and things I can't afford

The shit I can't ignore

Labels putting all these fake rappers on the floor

Got these rappers on their fours

Forgetting the culture I can't hack it anymore