Wot the fock is that

Green beam on top

Like green chili they hot

Red beam on drop

Like ah cherry on top

Call me the collator

Im ready to plot

I need the money on spot

Like the terminator il get money when dat laser hit yo skull bro

Im ready or not here i come

Dark skin king

With da bars I'm no flop

Jitts talking shh

Gone have to see me after 10 o clock

After yo curfew fool

I mean cuss at you

Il see you after skool Ain't ducking no pain

Thats the name of my game

We need to see what you about I married a goddess

You probably married ah guy

If you know I'm on the streets In they looking for heat

Im on the green box this generation dont even know what dat is

Wot the fock is that

Come outside i got the pathfinder

Come in hide lets get closer

All eyes on me all eyes i cant see

Kinda going blind like stevie wonder

Reading challenge i cant phantom

Move out the way my pager keeps beating I’m self made yea yeah I’m self made

Thank god i made it from the men i used to be used to be something in my brain couldn’t really run from me not from me