[Intro]
I don't give a fuck about your reputation, im the star from the top like Christmas decorations, and me
merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication plus patience equals elevation, get your voice on
any station, why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving, late night time im in the
studio slaving, 8 nights a week too many days in. that's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving.

[Verse 1]
Im tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your plan backfired, you can look up anyone

that's tried, they cant merk me never that, that's right its not that season nor that time, I aint
boasting but I am that type, so shut your noise and gimmie that mic, heard the beat and I was like gimmie
that mic, and I wrote some fuck lyrics that night, im on point no falling behind. Its all in the music its
all in the mind, what you call it garage? What you call it grime? Call it what you wanna call it, im fine
but rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, Dee, Whiley, ghetto these have got new flows all the time.