1, 2 coming in at yo direction
London is a subject of neglection
Everything I spit is raw like no protection
Every time I flow I'm goin in like an injection
Sick like an infection- you ain't getting picked in an election
Me? I'm coming up like an erection
If you got a problem you can see me like reflections
I'll tell you where to meet me- here's my address and directions
I know I got em worried
And by the likes of likes up on my songs I'm Conrad Murray
I'm known to kill the Mic- I lay the law get an attorney
I put it on my life- yeah- on my life like Eddie Murphy
Ain't no one that can hurt me, you can quote me boy
Flow so dope it almost feel like you can smoke me boy
But if you ever would you'd probably OD boy, hold up boy
I thought I fuckin told you: I'm a soldier not a Soulja Boy
The only thing I'm 'Crankin' is this coca boy
Now if you love yo paper (Oh Yee)
And you can give a fuck about a hater (Oh Yee)
Yeah, and you make yo dough (Oh Yee)
Yeah, and you break yo hoes (Oh Yee)
(Now let me hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Cmon I wanna hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Now let me hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Oh Yee) Oh Yee
(Oh Yee) Oh Yee
It's London I'm coming for all you amateurs
Bossin no need for managers- there ain't a man I trust
My family is everything and that's enough
Better get yo cameras we bout to blow don't gas us up
Diesel better pack the dutch, roll another quarter in the blunt
But don't think thats enough, break the fucking halfy up
You haters on yo Daffy Duck, I've been on my Bugs
And like an ant from all the grass I touch- supermarket bag it up (Yee!)
Music hard as platinum bruh
Plan on breaking records til the record label cast em up, how yall fonna pass me up?
So dope that you can bag me up
Geekers going crazy over each and every batch I touch but only gave they ass the cut
Words are made for backing up
You better hold yo ground before you buried in it, tragic huh? Disappear like magic stunts
In yo ear like wax and dust, you pussies isn't man enough
You Woody- my ass is Buzz; You good- but I'm bad as fuck
Now if you love yo paper (Oh Yee)
And you can give a fuck about a hater (Oh Yee)
Yeah, and you make yo dough (Oh Yee)
Yeah, and you break yo hoes (Oh Yee)
(Now let me hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Cmon I wanna hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Now let me hear you say it) Oh Yee
(Oh Yee) Oh Yee
(Oh Yee) Oh Yee