You’re not a badman fam
You’re Deji’s cameraman
There’s one thing that you gotta understand
If you really need a budget I can lend you a pound
You are the real sideman fam
Thinking you’re sick on Instagram
Begging Big Shaq to lend you a hand
But he’s way too shook to back his own man
Looking like a mop with that dead trim
I don’t even know why my name’s being mentioned
You was beefing Deji, now you wanna be his bredrin
Little boy stop begging for attention
Little man stiop acting crazy
Looking like a discount AJ Tracey
You been watching me since you was a little baby
Copy my style but you still can’t trace me
Son, please come to your dad
I can teach you how to edit
I can teach you how to rap
I can teach you how to film
I can teach you all of that
‘Cause I seen your work and that s**t was whack
Calling me out, you don’t want me on a track
I was shooting with the stars
You was swimming in my sack
Spat your dummy out
Let me put it right back
Don’t make me call your mummy
‘Cause it’s gonna be a wrap
You’re not a badman fam
You’re Deji’s cameraman
There’s one thing that you gotta understand
If you really need a budget I can lend you a pound
You are the real sideman fam
Thinking you’re sick on Instagram
Begging Big Shaq to lend you a hand
But he’s way too shook to back his own man