Lyrics
My face is bait, some of what i do is right or it s hype Wiley, dem man are at the bottom of the food chain
for some reason
Freestyle straight off the brain with no writin, i can t hide it, everybody s better than me
I make the beat sound better when i ride it, we re top of the game
scratchy s about
That s bars for the fans, my face is bait Bait, i make the beat sound better when i ride it
I make the beat sound better when i ride it, and don t get one, when i get off the plane
never been a tight man
You don t like me but your mates do, we re like vikings
you re not psychic
There s a donny round here and it ain t you, then i drink so much, for some reason
Got a face for music, i make the car look better when i drive it, they re thinkin that s hype
wastin any time ain t part of the plan
if you go lookin for war
i ve been killin sets in the middle of the night
I ain t rich but i make do, never been a tight man
You re gonna find it, you re gonna find it, step on the grass and fight
we re like vikings
They can t battle with us, i can t hide it
we re like vikings
Even though i m used to doin what i like, i make the car look better when i drive it
Dem man are at the bottom of the food chain, i can t hide it
freestyle straight off the brain with no writin
Cuttin straight through, they can t battle with us Bait, i hit the road everyday like a cyclist
You might last long in the game just like lethal, got a face for music, i make the bike look better when i ride it
they re thinkin that s hype
They don t like it, cuttin straight through, dem man are at the bottom of the food chain
Wastin any time ain t part of the plan, man are generous
Man are generous, we re top of the game, we re like vikings
i make the car look better when i drive it
Got a face for music, there s only one of me, i don t wanna hype man
sprite got me off 7up
Followed by strings and violins, but i ain t scared of war
Freestyle straight off the brain with no writin, they don t like it Bait, i hit the road everyday like a cyclist
There s only one of me, i m still flyin
I ve got the words flowin from my right hand, hail up chams, but if i add flash for the wheelie
they don t like it
I hit the road everyday like a cyclist, live life on dry land
Freestyle straight off the brain with no writin, that means the crowd don t wanna hear you on the mic, my face is bait
if you ve got a problem
you re not psychic
drop the first one
If you ve got a problem, i ain t rich but i make do
There s a donny round here and it ain t you, we re top of the game
