Fam

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 1: Saskilla]
Look, I ain't feeling man
That's why the DJ ain't wheeling man
He came on the mic with a whole lotta gas
Now he's bruk down, someone get a petrol can
They way that his boys were singing along to his bars
You would think they were breeding man
I don't give a shit how man gorillaz you bring from the zoo
King Kong, you ain't beating man
Nah, nah, I ain't feeling don
No one in the rave ain't screaming, don
You was on the mic, had the time of your life But no one in the dancefloor's moving, don
Shaking ya bum, moving wrong
Talking shit but all that's long
You live wit ya parents, you never paid council tax
Listen up, bredrin, are you dumb?

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 2: Tre Mission]
You're gonna die now
Duck when I aim for your eyebrows
Ain't gonna hear no shots in the air
Just (gun shot sounds), that's five rounds
I'm the epitome of master race
I give a fuck if I'm black and my eyes brown
And these lil niggas trying to walk in my shoes
Fix up, my yout, get a size down
Give me the mic back
Nigga jumped me, I come right back
I was out here, that's frontline
Ya nigga let you get juck, you should write that, you ain't like that
I put the mic back down and I'm picking up a handgun
Eyyy, bet that you thought I never had one
I was wit TK, he was on a mad one
These niggas spit about the war, never had one

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 3: Wiley]
I'm an MC
Run the game like a was an MD
At 22, I used to want an MG
At 28, then I got a Bentley
I seen it all, that's why I don't wanna rival
If you do a lot, the fans give you the title
Your job's to keep it
No way gonna see all these seeds
And know there's a reward and not try to reap it
I moved on whenever I complete it
Got a good formula so I repeat it
Don't be silly, remain what you were here for
What you think I work the whole of the year for?
All of my dons been killing it
Some talk beef in burgers, they're grilling it
So what? We ain't gotta worry
Cause when it comes down to life, we're living it like

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand