Bitch I'll see you later
Couple G's but don't sneeze
Cause you'll f*ck the paper
On your knees giving squeeze
Cause you think I'm famous
I mean I have the haters
My blackness doesn't cater
And know I'm in the papers
Go on test your fate bruh
A couple feins In your spleen
Make you stay awake son
Oh I've seen how they dream
And what the run away from
So you should probably stay calm
You should probably stay armed
You should probably stay
I do nott know
I Can not disclose
Where the watch is from or
Where I got the clothes
I don't know these pricks
They are not the bros
I just work with kicks
Not what's on her nose
You've now met the maker
I hear them say Lems a prick
But still come round later
And I serve it up slick
I should be a waiter
I'm that guy in the bits
But I am not your saviour
My brudda serving licks
But I can not fix it
Murder in the bits
But I can not fix it
If you wanna hear some bars
I might get involved
If you wanna see this art
I might have it solved"