CH: I don't be flickin' my wrist, ey, I just be fucking their bitch, yeah
I don't be fucking with drama, I come again just like karma
Drop bombs, just like Osama, delivery to you, I'm like a mad farmer
You're scratching & clawing, I'm creeping while seething
On you I'll be feeding, I don't need a reason!
Let me take that shit back, mmm
I am not moving like rat, mmm
You're playing titter for tat, mmm
Even though you never spat
I do trap, & I do sing, & I do rap, & I smoke purp, so I relax
Moving like quarterback, not getting quarter back, not getting any back, not getting money back
Stop with the disstracks...
You're not getting any back
Stop with the fake jabs...
This isn't boxing, this isn't combat
I got a new one called trap, ey
Working my bars on the track, ey
Working the girl so she clap, ey
Looking so bad, you are clapped, ey
Switching the flow, like I said it before, are you not clicking on, that I don't move slow?
Said it before & I won't say it no more, I'm kicking down doors, & I don't like the law
CH: I don't be flickin' my wrist, ey, I just be fucking their bitch, yeah
I don't be fucking with drama, I come again just like karma
Drop bombs, just like Osama, delivery to you, I'm like a mad farmer
You're scratching & clawing, I'm creeping while seething
On you I'll be feeding, I don't need a reason!
Crackers, be thinking ID will be tripping, but I am not tripping, I am on a mission
I'm cold like the winter, you wanna go missing, coz you can go missing, or you can go mission...
That means, get out my face, you can laugh at me, but can't keep up the pace
You can smile at me, but talk behind my face, in ID's book, that makes you a snake...
CH: I don't be flickin' my wrist, ey, I just be fucking their bitch, yeah
I don't be fucking with drama, I come again just like karma
Drop bombs, just like Osama, delivery to you, I'm like a mad farmer
You're scratching & clawing, I'm creeping while seething
On you I'll be feeding, I don't need a reason!