Intervention

[Verse 1 : Little Simz] How you feelin’ How you feelin’ how you feelin’ Listen when I’m talking bitch you know that I’m the realest How you feelin’ Must be higher than the ceiling Fly from state to state country to country I don’t need a reason How you feelin Simz you kill them you’re the meanest I put the whole scene to shame I’m only twenty how you feelin How you feelin Prolly duck ‘em if I see ‘em You should write your verse again You didn’t come hard enough I mean it its appalling You’re appalling they’re appalling Might just book my ticket now and be in China by the morning I been touring I rap like this because I can You should take me as I am Bitch you know that I’m the man Yeah I said it Now the game is shady I’ll be weary Beg you try your hardest not to scare me Swear I’ll kill off all these emcees don’t you dare me Bitch don’t you dare me [Bridge: Little Simz] Now im insaaaane in the membrane Don’t say you’ve improved nigga your shit’s always been lame You know im a cheeky motherfucker I say to the olders Maybe you’ll be this good when you get to this age [Verse 2 : Little Simz] Bet you would, yeah nigga yeah bet you should Bow down I’m a king hearin’ me now deliver the crown And I got, a good heart I’m an innocent child But don’t get me mad I got a temper on me I don’t play that homie Shit all eyes on me Wait, why? Cos I ain't, fuckin with Youuuu! Go to from a hundred straight from zero I ain’t tryna be a role model but the game it needs a hero I’m that hero Space is the only thing that we know Everybody’s spiritual everybody’s soul's legal Fuck outta here with that shit… Ohhh, how ya feelin How ya feelin how ya feelin Now you’re wearin’ baseball caps Don’t let me see that grade I mean it yeah they tief it Must be looking for a beating No I ain't the violent type but swear these words will leave you bleeding or rotting Oh if you’re smart you wouldn’t get me started No, don’t compare me to no other artist Love the pounds? Put your money where your heart is Yet pay regardless, shit I must be a target I must be a target, I must be a target Came in the game killin’ niggas off head top Getting’ warmed up you haven’t got the best of me yet I’m a young God in the flesh I’m too young to be stressed Heads turn round like the possessed Weed, cars, rappers are showing me no progress Step to me and they know best I ain't going nowhere they can protest (Bitch!)