Lion’s Den

[Intro]
Jamma Beats (Jamma Beats, Jamma Beats, Jamma Beats)
Fresh money baby

[Chorus]
I ain't gotta lie like dem
Something in the ride it’s mence (Word)
I'm soon gonna score me a hat trick, I'm two points up right now you gem (Winning)
Like killing MC’s my sport
I murk this prick with a rubbed out pen (Gang)
And I bang so much, I'll blow man's thoughts like this is the lions den (Mad)
See I ain't gotta lie like dem
Something in the ride it's mence (Word)
I'm soon gonna score me a hat trick, I'm two points up right now you gem (Winning)
Like killing MC's my sport
I murk this prick with a rubbed out pen (Gang)
And I bang so much, I’ll blow man’s thoughts like this is the lions den (Mad)

[Verse]
I ain't gotta run no jokes
Niggas already know man’s cold
And the way that I rap on beats, I tear down tracks like Usain Bolt
Like niggas know that I ain't Homerton B
But you can really get KO'ed
I've got a nine about on the ends, and the locations gotta stay unknown
Like, I am not Unknown T
But I know your girlfriend wan’ beat
I'll bend her back and then dig it, dig it
Pass her back to my G
Like put respect on my name, cah I ain't your average G
And I know the chances ain't fair
It's coming like Connor vs khabib
Like let me just break this down
You say you're the best so proud
But the last two tracks that I dropped just showed that you missed how skengman Poundz
Like son never take my spot back, move man quick like light and brown
Like how you getting bodied by a nigga that don't even do drill you're a stupid clown
Like you can never make it even
The scoreboard's looking all odd
And I know that you heard that already, but man's so cold I'll tarnish dons
Don't bun up your head cuh the fire I spit comes hot like curling tongs
I really should've gave you my old Stone Island
You ain't no threat, you're a target don
You ain't no threat, you're a target don
Skengman Poundz put fire in the streets
Skengman Poundz is way too cold
You all know well I'll dun this neek
That's like picking up shotty's and spinner's and knowing that the kickbacks far from weak
I know I got eight red cards right now cah the way that I rap too foul on beats
Son loves daddy it's mad, and daddy loves son right back
Daddy might buy you a scooter, the skateboard ting looks way too mad
Better be wearing a head guard, punchlines coming way too gang
Don't compare me to a badders, your pears in your eyebrows looking like gyal
It's funny how you pierced that eyebrow, you always pierced them lips
And I know that the holes in your socks make too much smells in your crusty kicks
I done said you're a skateboard rider, better get pads so your knees don't chip
I don't know how you don't go cunch but wear them clothes seven days you prick
The only heat that you got, is the smell that comes from your feet
You can really knock ten man out, so change your kicks and brush your teeth
Russ is your uncle, I am your dad, so please don't do the gun lean
Who is this wannabe princess, how can I war Cinderella my G

[Chorus]
I ain't gotta lie like dem
Something in the ride it's mence (Word)
I'm soon gonna score me a hat trick, I'm two points up right now you gem (Winning)
Like killing MC's my sport
I murk this prick with a rubbed out pen (Gang)
And I bang so much, I'll blow man's thoughts like this is the lions den (Mad)
See I ain't gotta lie like dem
Something in the ride it's mence (Word)
I'm soon gonna score me a hat trick, I'm two points up right now you gem (Winning)
Like killing MC's my sport
I murk this prick with a rubbed out pen (Gang)
And I bang so much, I'll blow man's thoughts like this is the lions den (Mad)