Lyrics
In the ting powered by m power, spent so long in purgatory, out here when it s baking
Nigga was a younger, better hit the bunker
Air full of high octane and sour, visit in to seaview Lyrical, i m part of the furniture
ditch him in the deep blue
Hollow got the quicksand, man pop tarts
Man s sticky with the treacle, matte black whizzer Combat, kicking like liu kang
Whipping on an eagle, that s squirting Lyrical, contract s official
I got the mash still ripping that bird in, only thing i m missing is the easel Dubz, this is his destiny
man pop darts
Got a pump action, yeah i was a blick little nigga, i just left a function
i m hurting certainly
Making bread out of flour, knowing those plates ain t legit on the bumper
Making bread out of flour, niggas is destined, spots in the city
This situation getting sticky, felt the need to say that she d never heard of me, man pop darts
i m beginning on a sequel
Niggas is nestl, never had no paper Dubz, man turn tables
come with that stick that s kicking like ip man
only thing i m missing is the easel
Residuals on tact, i got the bag
And i m visiting your peoples, not inadvertently
Way out of town in the sticks, you niggas don t want that Combat, i just left a function
it s not that
I m still serving, kicking like liu kang
hollow takes the piss
Niggas doing cartwheels dipping from the evil, this thing s different