See my album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
My album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
Done with the small talk, man'll get cocky
Aim for the top, cos cuzzy I want it
I talk facts, you man shout waz
About how you ain't real unless you claim to be on it
Said I never had balls, I didn't start beef
Nah cuzzy that's logic
Man went to war for the ego
Then win and gain fuck all from it
(Uh) Sicker than vomit is
If you're on about cheese, I'm more on it than Wallace is
Too many broken promises, I'm harder to read than privacy policies
Teacher be try giving me Anthony Horowitz
But I never read books in my life fam, I listen to music
Now I'm gonna take over the planet because of it
Few man hate but I love them still
Fuck them then, fuck them still
Transfer market for rapper and barrers, my price tag is 100 mil
Young, smart, undoubted potential
With 5 star weak foot, 5 star skill
One time for the clean, one time for the will
Time for the sad, one time for the ill
My album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
My album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
Closed book fam, can't nobody open me
Hopefully one day I'll say what I feel without 17 spiced rum cokes in me
When I do, drinks up, lets toast to me
I could do the real O2, still belling up Daneo to open a show for me
Everyone I try talk openly
Locally, better than me there's nobody
League of my own like Chippy or Corden
League of my own so get me on tour then
League of my own so butters we pour them
League of my own and its better than yours then
Levels and shit you're nowhere near fam
Six miles back
When a man quit my job just to start a career fam
Now I don't stress about the price of a beer fam
My album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
My album brings all the boys to the yard
Damn right, that's better than yours
Damn right, that's better than yours
I could teach you, but you ain't got bars
I wear Tech Fleece, not Technicolor
But I swear down when I bought my dream coat
I been real enough for days, time to think about the gual
Fair enough Lil Yachty got a speed-boat
Love me like a drug, feeling wavy when we fuck
Make enough she don't need coke
I ain't nothing like the rest, tell her say it with your chest
Baby girl when you finish give me deepthroat
She love me like she need me
Fuck me like she missed it
Elegant, freaky, classy, fuck her on a car seat
Talented and nasty, happiness is hard g
Back and a Bacardi
Spent so much time writing lyrics at a station
Only right the music give me platform
I was 17 heading school, spitting fire in a train
But I always made the track warm
