I don't know when sniffing cocaine turned cool,
or watching your cousin give brain to fool
but who am i to judge though
Man diss me i tell him it's all love though

ga'in' by the single

Listen little ?Rockstar? playin' your guitar
with your little chains on spring like ya ?odd
I was in a tent when i got the phone call
you was chilling at the sutiod, playing on the farm

You should have a patch on your eye, little pirate
?No Regrets? video was lookin like my thing
everybody said it but i didn't really mind it
now i gotta schock a little nigga like lightning

On a bad of drugs can't make ya feel bigger
pelt like a sheet, sayin' ?You're real nigga! ?
Bally on your face looking like a real killer
Really check brudda you're a lead singer

Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You could be the richest in your ends if you want
but how you're gonna chat about things trying to diss me
Running to ya fans what happened to you with Finchly

Me i'm in the ends with borthers that aren't rappers
stick in the pussy cuz none of us seen faggots
i ain't gonna lie ya a sucker that that's got talent
But he might dagger the brother that's got habits

I can just imagine Dappy picking up an old key
found it at Wiler's
kinda dig an old deed
So lame, tryna be Colbain
How could you?
Letter full of cocaine

Ey i ain't even done yet man, come let's go

Bim-bimmer
Zim-zimmer
Zagger-zag
You're TV man style, would you na-na-nie?
Gold web with watch chain
That's a bag-a-lies
At least you're 20 man deep
With a bag of knives
Fuck boy, takin' pics with your willy out
You're like Earthwork Jim with a silly hat
Leat singer tryna act like a killer now
Big man thing somebody sitting down

I don't give a fuck what you pushed in the bank
YOu could have a mil and still look like a tramp
He's lucky he had the lights off when he got dressed
Ey you Regger still looking like a hot mess

Ready for me brudda?
Going battle we've never underground king
you could never be my equal
Your Tarzan shit 2 was deader than bezle
Pussy yo never say my name cuz you feel too

Dappy you can buy as many friends as you want
You could be the richest in your ends if you want
but how you're gonna chat about things trying to diss me
Running to ya fans what happened to you with Finchly

Me i'm in the ends with borthers that aren't rappers
stick in the pussy cuz none of us seen faggots
i ain't gonna lie ya a sucker that that's got talent
But he might dagger the brother that's got habits

I'm just talking about the things
I ain't faking, maybe i'm too real for the mainstream
He's lying to himself i'm not hating
I guess that's what happens when you make it