Various Artists - Miserable lyrics

[Intro] All of that BS [Verse 1] Yeah, I hear that but do not forget who you are Getting lost in the sauce Topics are fraud, yawning, I'm bored Flex like the plug, I'll turn off the mains, farewell to good sport I see them, of course Forget who they are online and loose talk See man in person, smile but force talk [?] force talk Forward I walk, they're moonwalking backwards Another scene with so many actors I just stroll by discreet and I capture Man move out of character for casting Public display as a fraud, we're laughing Say it ain't fair, I know cause I'm dark-skinned If it ain't up to par, then I'm parring Tryna par me? Then man haffi par them [Break] Man haffi bumbaclart par them Eediat MCs Eediat f**ing everyting Whatever you do, eediats You get parred, whatever f** off, all of you, yeah? [Verse 2] I don't rate them over there but they wish Like say I'm a genie, they're begging for wish Them man are robbed but they're mentioning this Level up quick and I'll give you a medal Likkle [?], don't meddle, I'm ahead of you sh**s No way try follow and send, you're a myth Here for a second, then fade in the mist Overwhelmed from my presence; a blessing; a gift You're lost out here and not saying a thing 'Bout grime and your crew but for you just to win One two likkle song, DJ spin Tune ends and they cannot remember a thing Ending it here, message is clear Don't say my name, on you, it ain't fair On mic, I do not play fair Get bun like bud crushed up with Riz and Mayfair [Break 2] So all the small talk And all this pally-pally All up in each other's batty Fix up, man are big men out here Grow the f** up, ayy [Verse 3] Dolo rolling, bookey like a tinted Polo rolling Slow in motion Creation's golden, I'll end it on mic Like a dark knight, wrong place, wrong time Keep to myself, don't watch face more time Gotta make mine, they preeing waste more time Take time as long as it ain't mine, I'm good, cuz Too much gone already, I can't scoop up I shoot up like a drive-by on the curb Or like a fiend with pouch from a purse With words I express and it spread like a curse Headtops burst, taking in each verse f**boys [?] you wanna try and be pals Selling on souls for a grimy sound I was searching for God and found him in the mirror All is one so I beg you try me now [Outro] Ayy All these pagan Tryna flex evil and Listen Positivity ting round here, B See all the negativity? Man ah dun it Man ah bun it out, yeah? So all the bad mind stuff All the preeing what man's on and Talking sh** to your bredrins, coming around man and spud man All of that's done We're not doing that no more, it's all done, yeah? 2016, Codename Lin Hold tight Bizz, yeah, yeah