Game Of Thrones*

[Intro]
Alright
Shh
S

[Verse]
Look, I clocked the game, I think I need a new challenger
No matter what it cost, Tywin, I'm a Lannister
I mean I coulda bought the coupé or Mercedes
But the money is better spent on estates, no family car
Fuck an amateur, that nigga he an avatar
I burn fifties, never put this shit on camera
Ask anyone that works at Selfridges
Man, I made Red leave like I drew the flag for Canada
Some man turned fake, some niggas gone jail
Most of them niggas that were sittin' on the block fell
Fuck that bitch, I ain't takin' her for drinks
Fam, I'll give a girl dick and share the story – that's a cocktail
I been fly from the days that I was on Vale
Way before I had an MSN, I was a hot male
Threw at it me, fam, I thought I got the wrong girl
She just got a baffled hump back, like a shot whale
I tell my baller friends, "You're livin' in a wrong world"
I spend my money on a girl and not on girls
This year I doubled the value after my stock fell
All my enemies are wishin' in the wrong well
They say, "Be patient, you'll find out how the top feels"
But I'm a bad waiter like I served the man the wrong meal
Shawty wasn't tryna show me how the top felt
So I sent her back, Eric Bailly, how I block girls
I'm top five if you like it or not
Anytime I got a mic and a spot
Just know that wheels comin' with me like I went and took the bike off the lock
The more the niggas insecure, they wanna fight for their spot
I got the heart of a worker, but the mind of a boss
Four or five what it cost
Crocodile, no Lacoste
Anybody tryna war me know you're fightin' with God
This is His plan
My life in nobody but His hands
I transitioned from little brother to big man
Before I grew a hair on my body or had a six pack
Any show I got, I'm rollin' in with six man
My nigga, we don't work without arms — like wristbands
Skin tans, waitin' for niggas that wanna diss man
I'm top two, furthermore nigga [dead?] debatin'
Anytime I got nicked, there ain't no conversation
I press mute from the moment that I get to station
Fuck a explanation
Fuck a estimation
Nigga, I think I'm the best with a exclamation
Mark at the end, that backdate like reparations
My purpose: inspirin' a generation
I won my Ivor Novello, no investigation
Caught a case, 'cause my little nigga panicked
But it's nothing, man's got him stay silent then I NFA'd it
You niggas Ella Mai’d it
Trip, trippin' [...] singing
I don't fuck girls, I date women
Classy
Who in this country gonna surpass me?
No one
I break records to the rhythm of my own drums