Couple steps, and then another one
The double ones
Saw you catching feelings with the other ones
So much energy but trust me, nigga, you are not the one
The dummy one
Only spot I'm reaching for is number one

The bill printer
The french kisser
The gold digger
My dream's bigger
You bum kissers
You ass lickers

Didn't know you're messing with a flow spitter?
I'm getting better with my rhyme
You two-faced trigger

Scented candles, broken leaves, and crushed trees
To cross me, you cross Is and dot Ts
Trust me
Only person you're looking for is not me
On this beef, we serve bars and not cheese 

I'm just playing

But all good jokes contain true shit
Same rope you climb up on, they'll hang you with
But not Lincoln, my aim too sick
I bang, nigga
I came to change the game, my brain too quick

It's lucid

Oh, tell me, wagwan now for certain men?
Talking all that trash, keep tabs about a certain man
He's living rent-free in your head, you're a jealous man
I smell that envy in your breath, go be a better man


I've got a confession to make
Olivia's got the biggest jugs since Nicky Mosse
Irish soufflé
Double decker with some beauty and brains
Gotta refrain
Can't let intrusive thoughts get in the way

Swipe the ice for a check
Gotta build and invest
Not impressed with your bars
It's as weak as it gets

Like a light
Man, this P1's 45
I'm higher than a kite
I'm not talking Mary Jane
I be shooting for the stars


Leave them running out of charge just like they're Teslas
Kill em, right stroke, left stroke, with the vespa
Tony Danza


Thought you had me at the first half
Well, now, didn't you?
My 45 minutes of fame been running for like 6 months straight
I'm in all day
Chewing bars and spitting flames
I never miss
Even whenever my piss don't aim

I give the credit and the merit to whom credit is due
Feather in the cap for Salamay and Sweetlemondae
JYellowL; Kid Kuba; Fortune; Jafaris, eh
All this talent, man; these Irish cats be running the game

But I'm not from around here
So y'all don't let me run it round here
It might be friendly competition, but I'm gunning round here

Man's tryna get global out here
Grammys and topping charts, yh
"Way too much"; "In too deep"; I'm prophesying out here


Man like Lincoln make the girls go awww
I said KANCHU, love, not achoo
But I'll bless your heart 
Cos I make real music
Tunes that make you feel through it
True music
Listening to my songs and smiling cos I'm just too good with it