Prime

[Verse 1]
I’m raps superhero, call me Mr Bruce Wayne
Been writing in my cave, waiting for that daydream
Chillin Welsh style, tryna make you know my name
Never gone be happy, till I’m baskin in fame
Spit nothing but the best, Won’t finish till I’m on top
Y’all can quit askin, when that album go gone drop
Rap game got eyes on me, you know I’ll never stop
Putting in the work, rap ain’t no hatchet job
Puttin in the work, I’ll I run this whole world
I wanna be coming first, never second or third
But I’m never gone skrt, please don’ be concerned
I’m a do it my own way, till I got what I yearned
Came here with a goal, came here to spit fire
Came here to spit truths, never call me a liar
Came here to straight chill, here to spit that acid
Came here to win the game, to make you flabbergasted
People wanna get to know me, get on that clevva flow
Sometimes I rap fast, but right now wanna go slow
Used to only rap real, just wanna make you go woah
Only fuck with real, I’m just here tryna glow
Spend my time in pub, thinkin up my stupid rhymes
I live in Wales, got nothing to do with my time
So all I do is rap shit, cause I’m in my prime
What more can I say, I’m fucking mighty fine

[Verse 2 - Faroh]

Yeah Faroh on the beat baby
Don’t stop going to the top (top)
You can catch me in a hotbox (box)
Breakin all the locks yeah I’m poppin tags
Fuckin’ all the thots yeah I’m poppin vag
Lil Momma you brazy (crazy)
Your pussy can’t phase me (phase me)
You a stupid ho if you ever fucking played me
Young boy flexin and I got em goin crazy
And I came from nothing so you cannot even blame me
False rap that’s no hat, got the swag like snapbacks
Big facts no cab, fuck with me on snapchat
Music in me chips, you can call that rap snacks
Spending gwop on a thot, I ain't even doin that
Flow so sweet you can come and taste these good bars
I ain’t ever been to jail, but I’m givin you the bars
Fuck the broads, fuck the cars, fuck the calls
Asking for a feature that’s a hundred and fifty large, (large)
Beautiful women where I go, shout out to Chicago
Shout out to my (?), we worldwide
Got no time for fake rhymes, no fake rhymes cause we do not waste time
You can hit me up on facetime, to the daytime I can make time
Money that’s all on my mind, bitches be hittin my line
Bitches still wastin my time, I get so high that I fly
I know why they hate on me, cause I’m what they cannot be
You cannot get rid of me, you should come and chill with me
Ugh