No Chaser

[Verse 1]
I thought I done told all you pussies
No cats allowed in the stu
Your bitch in my DMs wanna woo me
I told her it sucks to be you
She told me you’re lookin for truce
Fuck snitches I told her the truth
All that gossip be old to me
On to the next baby, homie I’ve already knew/new
We both bout currency currency
But yours bout flashin’ on the gram
I’ll about Ringgit and Euros and Dollars
Times what you make with a grand
Times what you make like the Yen
Then do it again and again
And again and again and again and again
Til my pockets can't take it go bang like Cobain
Never have I doubted my crew though
Shoutout to Akeem, Rich and Sleeq
Me and QB Que Chillin with the General
Laughin at you with Malique
I’ve Learned to be low-pro minimal
Be one helluva writer bruv
Your favourite rapper inspirational?
He’s one helluva biter bruv
Half of you boys dickriders
Sweet never liver boi, diabetic hepatitis
Acting like martyrs, regardless, I'm modest
Kicking with the gang and the goddess
Til all the shit pops off, heads shot off
Boy losing is never an option
Man you must be Libyan
Your masters slaving you up in the auctions
Would you rather be Jay build the Roc?
Or would you rather be Big and do Pac?
When you’re the only brown boy on the block
You’re the only brown boy they block
Oh you wannabe Uzi, foozie?
That’s why you buggin like you Looney Toonies?
Actin like your life’s a movie, you Clooney?
I’m more of a Sufi, Rumi, sue me, yuh
I’m bulldozing the bullies and bullshit, oo
They sloppy like pussies with loose lips, eww
They reckless with rhymes man they foolish
We fuck them up in our to-do lists
Fuck regular rap bro we breakin the rules
Picking our battles, backed up by the crew
Twenty two dua dua back cooking the brew
Fee fy fo fum, ya’ll can't run in our shoes

[Chorus]
Oh I, hold my own
Trust me I hold my own ground
On my own

[Verse 2]
The last one to laugh to the bank is the baddest, you know
Bottom of the food chain
Your money’s runnin’ faster than Usain Bolt
You fake news
You fake fake fake news, you fake fake
Yo lately
Im thinking of pulling a Kanye on you Jay-Zs
Donald Trump your ass, you better duck you Daisys
You wouldn’t last, a week at best, you Scaramuccis
Yea Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang
But you still a nobody in hoodies
But I don’t really give a shit, fuck laxatives, you know
As long as money Isreal (is real), ima Exodus (exit this), you know
This that old Trix, oh no
Back with the old tricks, oh no
From a Perodua to a Delorian, ima bring back that '06 cold flow
I've never given up on blood
Double F, we’ve always given out that love
When the shit got tough, we rough it up and got it done did
Check the data, we kept it 100
A dozen years packed in, and we never plummet
And if the beats sick like this, can't help it if I vomit
Fuck it you turned off, I’m on it
Fuck it you turned off, I’m on it

[Chorus]
Oh I, hold my own
Trust me I hold my own ground
On my own

[Bridge]
And I won’t lie, ICU, yuh
But I won’t want try to be you, yuh
And when I fly, I won’t please you yuh
But at least I’d be happy, but at least I’d be happy
But at least I’d happy, but at least I’d happy
Bu at least I’d happy, but at least I’d happy
Bu at least I’d happy, but at least I’d happy

[Verse 3]
Oh yea, I heard you coming yea you coming
Yea you coming after me?
I don’t fuck with, I won’t fuck with all that lousy energy
When its sunny I go running, yea I run it like a G
Fuck your anthem, I’ll be a man, stand my ground and take a knee
Fuck your anthem, I’ll be a man, stand my ground and take a knee
Keep the position locked, ignition off, throw away the key
Stay medicinal, sativa love, smoke away the tree
I don’t fuck with ya'll, I won’t fuck with that lousy energy