See the man that don't know me already Got my feet up standard And I got my eyes on the telle Get me a drink Not a Ribena Yeh a bev cos I'm feeling weaker I'm too stressed u can't bring me up Makin a mess but ain't fit to clean up I smoke weed till my head piece lean out Bagging out till my hands all ree now Flex in a Merc or flex in a beemer Suicide for the mind of the weaker Back straight head high not lean up Big back like Erin badina Man a rude boy mc on the bar ting man a keener Don't bun all the reefa you gotta make it home I moving but I feel like stone Hard and bone Strong and rigit Man I stack longer digits Get out boy you ain't in it Ain't star but feeling finished I'm like cool soft diminished So many music it's not fun it's so amzising So many this so many that ———- South like tooting I'm peaking here I'm speaking You can't see what I'm seeing Can't be what I'm being Don't ask don't look stop preeing Mandem are bolo old school roho P's for the ticket bread for the promo Rave or getting the gyaldem local New schoolmusic that's my moto Man are blazing weed in —- Love them highly