Man's not here tryna start no wars Trust me i'm wanna get out of this game I just wanna chance to go hard on tour So everyday man i'm scribbling flames I'm flipping the z's i'm stacking the change One day you'll all remember the name Seen enough struggle and i've seen enough pain I just keep it all locked inside my brain Best know i'm tryna escape this I feel like i'm stuck inside the matrix I've seen enough violence and hatred I've met enough liars and snake pricks On a daily basis man I write rhymes Man i'm blazing pages with the limelight I'm a wise guy you're a crazy racist I create equations like Einstein I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops I've told you too many times I've got too many rhymes I've had too many guys act stupidly sly Too many rumours and lies Hit the booth spit the truth on the mic Smoke a zoot and get high I'm losing my mind guess it's studio time Time for producing the grime I'm not useless i'm wise Push the roof to the sky I'm a god like zeus with the lightning Medusa when writing cos I flow so cold turn the track to stone Got the snakes of the past and they're trapped in dome Like poseidon my waves have got a savage flow My minds so sharp it'll stab you bro Watch this masterpiece grow as I master these flows Got the bars on beats mode with the faster speed bro Just got half a kilo and it passed through Heathrow If you start with me bro man i'll scar your ego I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops Man's not here tryna start no beef Trust me I wanna get out of this crap I just wanna chance to go hard on beats So everyday man i'm filling up tracks Man I split down packs gotta work for the cash One day you'll all remember this lad Don't talk to my mother and I don't know my dad Guess that's the reason i'm trapped in the trap Best know I'm tryna get out of this life I feel like i'm stuck inside my own mind I've seen enough of my guys die Had enough mates turn fake and lie I'm a native dealer and I make beats I'm cremating speakers with insane heat You're a fake g you're a blatant preacher Man you ain't a teacher and you ain't street I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops I got too many man there's too many haters There's too many opps I got too many man there's too many paigons There's too many cops