Never Been

[Verse 1: Manga Saint Hilare]
Look, I ain't one of dem guy dere still, bad in a crowd
Needing friends to stand by them still
Badman with a badman behind 'em still
A bag of bad chat but they can't back that
Ask for proof, can't provide it still
They ain't got no voice of their own
Dem man are JPEGs, just silent stills
Best you stay silent still
Can't say a bad word about Izzie around me
And if any MC sends for Aks or Snowy or Max
Then I'll fire at will, don't know why you're trying it still
Don't know what you thought but dem man ah hold corn
Cuh dem type of talk can't fly on the field
Nang then, I'm still nang now
Ten years in and I'm firing still, still

[Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare]
Cuh dem man know that it's never been that
Humble yout, I ain't never been gassed
Top boy spitter, I ain't never been swag
I don't know wah gwan for dem man
But dem man dere ting's all patterned up mad
We ain't friends, we ain't fam
He ain't cool, we ain't gang

[Verse 2: Manga Saint Hilare]
Ain't never been, ain't never been
Man ah rally with the flows that they ain't better with
Us lot repped when they tried neglect
And didn't wanna come lay claim to the ting
Dem teef style and try rebrand
Remix and recreate the ting
But like P, I'm a grimy originator
Try know we laid the bricks
God's time is the only right time, pussy
So no bad mind can delay the wins
Work hard, yeah, we made the links
All in, yeah, we take the risks
And certain man beef with me in their head
They're thinking up qualms that don't exist
Silly self-centred pricks
Really think man ah man gives two shits?
One word: myth

[Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare]
Cuh dem man know that it's never been that
Humble yout, I ain't never been gassed
Top boy spitter, I ain't never been swag
I don't know wah gwan for dem man
But dem man dere ting's all patterned up mad
We ain't friends, we ain't fam
He ain't cool, we ain't gang

[Verse 3: Manga Saint Hilare]
I ain't scared, he ain't bad
His flows aren't hot, he ain't nang
Dem dibby dibby bars won't pay
I'm more like a tailor; so pants
We ain't friends, we ain't fam
Oi, we ain't cool, we ain't gang
And he's a liar as well, they ain't facts
Roll out with them? No thanks
Never ever in life have I have
Ever tried steal anyone's energy like that
I ain't got time to diss them, I keep my distance
From weirdos like that
I do not like them
We are not alike, I am not like them
I do grime and they do grime
But the way I do grime is not like them

[Verse 4: Traxx]
Can you smell what the block is cooking?
On a bad day, you could get a look-in
On a bad day, you could get a whooping
Me? I've got a bag full of tricks
I don't wanna burst man's bubble or the bubble of his kicks
But I cause trouble in the mix
I cause trouble when I'm in the
Radio, eat MCs for dinner
Feel like a bloodclart winner when I make 'em
Put bread on your head like my name's Lil Yachty
And I tell a guy hold up
If there's problems, I ain't got signal for that
Drop lines like see man are into the rap
No style cause when I was a yout, I was snotty
And luckily I never had to hold on a shotty
But I jumped off the top
Turned [?] like Scotty, too hearty
If Abdi was here, he'd be saying walahi
Sixteen for sixteen, sat in the car seat
Taking the chance of a rapper like my name's Kehlani
Backing the cause like Robert Mugabe
Yeah, man, just a kid from the ends like you
Buss joke when I get a trim like you
Roll to the shop for a drink like you
Roll with the gang and the clique like