Please don't pay them no mind You little puppies are not by I be sitting on some gold mines Couldn't get it for a low price Not looking for the gold ride Tell the king I'm waiting for my slice Oh some of that cake or the pie If it had a brake, better fly I must be an angel in disguise Looking like I fell out of the sky
Nigga I be coming better hide Need to get away from this bird's nest I must be the first best lyricist to tell it how it is I be clearing out the worst mess When I deliver my words, yes I ain't even trying, ye I take the piss Say I take the risk And I know I do These rappers are scratched up like an old school disc Leave me to fly my wings Leave me to try and divide my sins Into the bad and I'm not so bad [?] I just wanna take the story as a worker
Many many men Will attempt to devour my throne I empower my own I'm just trying to be the best me But in gold they will shower my clone What the fuck's going on [?] Said the young people They wonder what the fuck's going on I won't even try to explain What a mess we're in I just sing my songs (Ah)
(Many many men) (Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah) (Ah) (Fuck's going on) (Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah) (Fuck tha) (Wonder what the fuck) (Mess we're in, I just sing my)
Put you in a jungle With the lions, tigers and the bears Can you handle it or do you fear? Can you manage living in despair? Snakes are about You gotta be weary, be aware Can you feel the energy in the air? Many will listen, but do not hear What do I have to do to be clear?
Tell stories around the campfire? And reminisce about the time when we made fire? Bangers on bangers And a doobie, getting high [?] Tees I don't fuck with no designer In a position where I'm the one that they admire I don't ever listen to your music [?] [?] Better call me sire Now this shit sounds like desire (oh) Bars killed like an African spear Wanna start flinging, you don't wanna be near no Dirty grips, are [?] best I wanted to lie If you don't want to see me flip, better close your eyes
Many many men Will attempt to devour my Don't I empower my own I'm just trying to be the best me But in gold they will shower my clone What the fuck's going on [?] Said the young people They wonder what the fuck's going on I won't even try to explain What a mess we're in I just sing my songs (Ah)
Compositores: James Edward Jacob, Simbiatu Abisola Abiola Ajikawo (Lil Simz) ECAD: Obra #12870196