[Produced by Maltz]
[Intro]
Time to do a sequence
First we go from one to ten, then i'll tell you the rest
It goes like this
[Verse 1]
One, two, nothing here is true
Hearing them rumours, love the color Blue
Three, four, out the little door
Stealth movements, you'll be rolling on the floor
Five, six, stop the tricks
All my bad lyrics, yeah i really need to fix
Seven, eight, stop being fake
Just be calm and don't be a snake
Nine, ten, write lyrics with a pen
Love my fans shouting my name, once again
There's a queue, so wait your turn
Or i put your punk a** at the back of the line
Yeah, you punk n***as can't test this
I'm a motherf**ing G on the guest list
I'm calm, i'm restless
I do my thing but don't know who the best is
[Acapella]
(laughs) that's peek bruv
I'll be like
[verse 2]
Fire door keep shut
Try go in, if you have the guts
Produce my own music, i do it on my own
Something to do when i feel so alone
You can look me up but i'm never going down
Grating in, in my great small town
Your jokes ain't hard to believe
Yo man, ain't you got your dog to feed
(barks 2x)
All i hear is barking in the distance
Songs so newly
Form a little sequence
Form a little sequence
Form a little sequence
Hope i don't flop
Hope i, hope i don't flop
If what it is, give a clap on it
Hope this track, gives a spark on it
Winning competitions, being called a winner
I will be a saint but will never be a sinner