Yeah it's Big Fris, Frisco
And right now I gotta big up the mandem, ya dunknow
Ere what I'm saying yeah
Are you listening?
[Verse 1]
I roll tight so forget all that baggy sh**
To all you MC's tryna buss with my style, go and see Jeremy Kyle
And he'll tell you who your true Daddy is
Me, the capital F the R, I, S, C
I'm overly show man know about me
I'll send MC's high in the sky for a fee
k** him off make everybody see
Make everybody know that I'm picture perfect
I ain't talking the Kodak, I'm sick with the verses now you should know that
Here's a flow that's new, hold that
It's all jiggy, I bun zutes no Philly's
Strictly zuggys with herb in, anyting other than that ain't working
I'm married to the weed, no cheat, no flirting
[Hook]
(Man a badman, man a badman)
You get me darg?
(Man a badman, man a badman)
Yeah cuz
(Man a badman, man a badman)
And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm a lyrical bender, suttin like Jendor
Fris I'm a big money sound investor
Got couple skengman friends in my ends
From West Green, Appleby to (?) and (?)
Big ting lick off your head like cider
Which little fa**y said I ain't got lyrics?
I got bars, they got gimmicks
Why should I car 'bout this wasteman rhymer?
24/7 I'm an all day grinder
Light up a n***a no match no lighter
I'll send a man so high in the sky that he won't come down
And your friends won't find ya
Actually, man can't chat to me
Do a better tune than Skengman Mode and get back to me
Actually Frisco's a batchelor rhymer
I be the best since (?) weed grinder
[Hook]
(Man a badman, man a badman)
North London, South London
(Man a badman, man a badman)
East London, West London
And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad
[Verse 3]
Cause I'm a skeng and fan, you know who I am
Hail up the t'ugsdem locked in the can
Lyrically duppy any MC I can
If you see me in A double P that's a better thing
I'm an OG like Jendor and Melonyn
Prick on the road, Big Frisco's never been
I'm married to the game but I can't settle in
Dem man ain't levelling and they can say what they want, say what they like
They can say a lot of things but they can't say s** your mum Fris
Any violation that will get bun, quick
And dem man ain't on my level so why would I clash
I be like bun this, the game Boy Better Know run this
And so I gotta k** off a carbon copy cause there can only be one Fris
And another thing, if a guy thinks cause I'm (?) 5 that I can't get live on the mic
I will lyrically light up a guy
Any guy just name me a price I'll done them
Can name any MC i'll bun them
Back out a big sixteen and run them
And any one of these yute think they can take out Fris
Let a bigger man come then, come then, come then, come then
Come try a ting, I got the peng food come buy a ting
Big Fris I spit the heavyweight bars so it's nothing if a n***a want a lyrical swing
I'm like D Double, Fris when I write me no skin
None of the guys can tell me a thing, telling them straight up raise your game up
And dash them illiterate bars in the bin
[Hook]
(Man a badman, man a badman)
Birmingham to Manchester
(Man a badman, man a badman)
Nottingham, Luton to Leicester
(Man a badman, man a badman)
And none of these yutes can't chat to me bad