Yo, recording in the booth, rhyming, getting the fame//
Doing my thang, and putting you on the game//
I’m better than you, and I aint feeling the pain//
I’m original, all you rappers are going insane//
Producers watching, this kid aint the same//
I can’t stop rapping, rhymes are spinning in my brain//
I take hits, because I don’t feel the pain//
Bring it back old school, and give me the caine//
Bringing back to wales, u.s I’m the one to blame//
Straight outta were Em-z made his name//
Riding in those 1.4’s 2 litre bangs//
Rolling round in those two man army gangs//
Making custom styles low jeans and t-shirt hang//
No guns to shoot, so we make are own bangs//
We real rappin, no candy shops like 50 sang//
Compulsive therapy over, your of the game man//
