Grime Contraband

[Verse 1] Thinkin' about how dope I is, don't you interrupt my reasoning So known for my bars, if I go missing they'll ask where the prison been I don't like coppers cause they love to cuff a nigga like me I mean right now you should lock us, and you wonder "who's us?" Not snitichin' at all but the supplier is Molotov Meanwhile I contraband the product If you try to test me nigga, do the Math that's your own problem Money talks but that don't mean you should tell people what you workin' on Their red light only switches on to stop you when you're moving on And now this phony friends sayin' that I'm different just cause I avoid the chambers But listen g, if you wanna make money you gotta start off with some changes No more selling soda in school Tho the outcome was cool, surpassed the knowledge I think, fool Makin' ball was starting to sound like bull Saving lunch money to purchase a tool But then I gave up cause I'm not like you Wannabes, real G's there's only a few Shit's on fire, I'm just addin' fuel Aight, South East London introduced me to Grime Thank God on time cause I was about to meet crime How blessed it was that I could cancel it all with rhymes You know what?!... I'm a trill ass nigga who ain't scared to bust A million syllables in a rhyme and plus Fuck around it's a bad move I'm a clever MC in here to fuss I don't rap about hoes, I fuck 'em I don't rap about cash, I hustle I don't rap about clothes, I wear them I dont' rap about haters, I love 'em I'm a visionary, gotta go get it when my eyes love it I challenge y'all to do it cause I'm cold like Ice Bucket So I should donate what I write because it's way too worth it Them rappers weak and if you realize you'll think that I'm perfect Only rapper left that's spittin' what ain't lies If I hold my breath the whole Rap game dies Signin' your death with all them lame lies And I'm 'bout to manifest until my name flies It's like every minute I fuckin' refresh Cause I never get tired of chasing this cash Me and my g's about to get everything that we ask My attitude'll make you wanna wear a ski mask Jheezz! Man's up in here real gassed Ya grands up to release the stress Fuck a newspaper, I already impress So much I even impress a hater Married to Lizzie, that's an impersonator Don't no need bitch or an investigator Wanted to trip but then I anticipated Instead of love, I only fell to push up some weight up