Like a bus that you ain't never caught before

You're wondering where do I get off

Like a man who ain't never been caught before

The way I make this ting let off

You can tell that I'm boujee

The prawns could talk, they'll tell you how my man shell off

I'm in airports more than the store these days

Get my bag checked and we just jet off

Everything is life

What you love, hate, like?

Tell me what the fuck am I scared of?

Huh?

Hot pot, that's jollof

Me, I got what you ain't, got what this takes

Big man, but I drop-kick stage like Jeff Hardy when they put up a cage

Big, big, big fat grin on the mains

I spent all my money, but I just got paid

Show you how to flip this rage

Wanna chat about oh my days

And like a man who ain't been on a plane how I might just hold my place

Too gassed like I just got a fade, tryna hold my gaze, might show my face

And now I'm in a Westfield tryna spend dough for the times it was wishful thinking

But there ain't nothing that wanna bring home, now I got an expensive this ting

Anything that I touch finna win ting

Turns out giving a fuck is the in ting

You ain't working enough

But you're linking a one ting who can't help noticing this ting

I, I, I put my wrist in, bring it back out, have the whole ting glistening

Like a bus that you ain't never caught before

You're wondering where do I get off

Like a man who ain't never been caught before

The way I make this ting let off

You can tell that I'm boujee

The prawns could talk, they'll tell you how my man shell off

I'm in airports more than the store these days

Get my bag checked and we just jet off

Everything is life

What you love, hate, like?

Tell me what the fuck am I scared of?

Huh?

Hot pot, that's jollof

Me, I got what you ain't, got what this takes

Big man, but I drop-kick stage like Jeff Hardy when they put up a cage

Big, big, big fat grin on the mains

I spent all my money, but I just got paid

Show you how to flip this rage

Wanna chat about oh my days

The flow's wicked and bad like bouncer and 'em

I don't give a fuck 'bout clout on the net

Them boy, they can't go around this again

I throw fire like Dhalsim

Flying, I'm handsome

Tell a likkle MC tryna do man's ting

That you're too young for some bine

But in the meantime we can go and give that to your dad then

I tell 'em don't mix up my ting with their ting before it gets cheeky, bro

Or we can go and give that to your uncs

Push and drop man in a pack like runtz

Showerman rap, this ain't backpack stuff

Fuck a diss track, I'll attack that punk

Catch him backstage, watch a man get snuffed

Step on that stage, watch a man fuck it up

'Cause I'm on a good run, but man's still a thug

But I can't believe that I'm here

I see Tion Wayne, lower E man in here

You say my name, like a genie, I'm there

I grant your wish, have a decent career

Cah you know that dead bros sell the most albums

You tried to blow, but you got a next outcome

Go tell the world where you got your next sound from

Fuck all that though, big up Saffron

Yeah, serious

Like a man that ain't ever been shift before

I don't know what a rest is

Boy Better Know where the best is

In tea, like a half digestive

No watch, no chain

Priceless aura

Rude boy, you wouldn't forget this

Just know that a man got punched in the face

If you hear I got ice on my left wrist

Bawo, Bawo-ne, J-M-E, of course I'ma bless this

Hit the studio, bars

Hit the booth later

Yeah, chef kiss

Bare time since been bottle-tested

True say none of them man got a death wish

There's more where that came from

Catch man on tour if you're interested