All my tracks come heavy like metal
Got no beefs, all them ones settled
You know when I talk it’s facts so don’t get vexed if it stings like nettles
You’re saying that there’s no rappers colder than you but I could name several
I know way too many guys who are way too cold, there’s levels
You’re not a g
Just cus you know some guy who one time shot some weed
I ain’t never been the type to spend loads of time online just starting beef
That’s not me but sometimes I wish that I sounded like Skepta
Chic asked if I wanted shell this beat and I was like yessir
Three stripes on me like the monster’s logo
It’s just cap if you say that I won’t blow
You’re not bad cus you pose in your photos
I just wanna get some promo
Sleeping on me? You must be dead
True say, you never get no bread
You must be trippin, say you don’t rate me? I’m at least 9 out of 10
(Hook)
That’s not a flex, it’s facts
I’m tryna get this bag
That’s not a flex, it’s facts
I’m tryna get this bag
That’s not a flex, it’s facts
I’m tryna get this bag
That’s not a flex, it’s facts
I’m tryna get this bag
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