[verse: privacydied]
Beg man check the error of his ways
Your Loss I came to style and amaze
Try get paid in numerous ways, I’m due to invade, I’m on a crusade
Hold the SM58 like a hand grenade, due to bang in his face
Them man sarft get brushed like their suede
with a bad ting, and she cant behave, there is not one ting I cannot tame
Don’t free it up I just want the brain
Nerds and shmucks get wrapped on your jays
Birthday cake it got me so slumped, I tooken two bun, now I’m vibing that fade
Whos got packs, the packs I must blaze
Ransack gaffs I’m tryna get paid
Your style trapped I adapt and amaze

[hook]
Call it fate or they’re callin it karma
how a sound gone move so hench, when a nigga bounce back man i come back so harder,
im like rahted
all i'm hearing is laughter (hahaha)
cus they try par with some childish flow and some childish bars, had to tell em take notes cah we some masters

[verse:privacydied]
victim don’t care training for decades
My style skippy get trapped up in the maze,
I’m that nigga, don’t try ride on my wave
That ships sailed, you should be ashmed
Married to the game, yeah she got on one knee
Good ting, big backs I’m squeezing her tushy
Think he’s a big man, but he’s just pussy, i’m In the back with the yak no bubbly
I just want to rass my dutchie but your tings keen she way too touchy
I need racks like Hov and Puffy so I make tracks for the fans that love me

[verse :Kish!]
ay, niggas calling my name on the mains
like i don't even know how my privacy died
probably cus i bang that beautiful ting, oh gosh i'm in love with the thighs
or maybe cus i make these hits new ting, each time oh i love to surprise
oh how i don't show love, i leave bad taste like turkish delight
i never mind me shit, spin man different no remix
pissed cus my gangs on G shit, really had pounds of the weed no dreaming
money cant run i need it, run and catch shit like David Seaman
i cant love no prick, i do not love and i don't show reason, wow