[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