(Scorcher)
Eh!...Oi' Listen!....I'm up in this bitch like I never left, For as long as I'm spittin' be second best, I'm only goin' shot, they say I'm trends, They call it turnin' on my swag, I'm just dressed, Skywalker everythin', fly' everythin' If you see me on the ground, try an' know am in, I'm buyin' I like, 'cah I get it in, All rappers copyin' my style now, S&M (Uh) But I'm as a fan, top chef swag, put it all in a pan Linesman at best, you ballin' wid man, If I high five his rounds an when I rap, I get an encore, I'm on tour, gun fingers up like they want war, (Huh) I out at the bottom, but now I'm top draw, talkin' 'bout "let's collaborate"..."what for?"
(Loick Chorus) You N***** ain't fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, Only it ain't hard to tell, my are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You N***** ain't fuckin' wit me, we as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my n***** are off the rails (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie this ain't a (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I got a cool face, murders in the buildin' up my swag, hurtin' n***** feelings, Used to a grand, workin' on a million, You can have her back, I just her wit my children, Money so long, I can't what to spend it on, Louis V now, Mummy to buy me beneton You don't get it in, bruda how we get along? You talkin' wizzy, why the fuck you on my telephone!? Can't tell me I'm kanye, I'm braggers Sittin' at the top, at suckers, Money you'll but I wan' an R for ma' summer, Shittin' on the game, wipe my arse with a I'm a stunner, Makin' bottles pop, we gotta shot, My music good, but I want the lot, I want blow money, I want that show money, They'll be a snow-ball in hell, I got no money...
(Loick Chorus)
You N***** fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, Only it ain't hard to tell, my N***** are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we the same, homie this ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You ain't fuckin' wit me, we hard as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my N***** are off the rails (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we the same, homie this ain't a game, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Changin' the weather, it better Makin' so money, that I can't even count the figures,
(Scorcher) I got!
(Loick Essien) So money, so much money...
(Scorcher & Essien) Money! money!!
(Loick Essien) how'd he do is make it rain! Ye, Yeah, (Solo vocal)
(Scorcher)
Sky!...(Loick Essien continues) Loick!
(Loick Essien)
Yeeeeaaaahhh!
(Scorcher)
Staples!
Oww!
(Loick Chorus)
You N***** ain't fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, it ain't hard to tell, my n***** are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie this a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You ain't fuckin' wit me, we hard as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my n***** are off the rails (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)