Let me tell you a tale You thought you'd seen sick motherf**ers This one's off the rail No jail But my mind locked up GCSE, man I co*ked up More tests resulted in more stress Weed smoke I now coughed up Make money f** b**hes here I am Dressed blocked up But I got rhymes ahead of the times
No posse's, I ride solo Like the Derulo you know up in Rulo Late for a funeral Adjacent Numerical figures I'm chasing Facing no competition for my vision Dare say I end up in Prison Guilty for what your honor, making people listen?