Spitfire PT.3

Yo, myself Eyez, Sptifire three, yeah, JDZ
It's Eyez man
Million views on the first one, soon come on the second

And I guess that's why -
My friends think that I made it
I got a blue tick man think manna' famous
Always get praise for the things I do
I make them take off their hats like they graduated
MC's get me aggravated
Chat shit, find out where you're allocated
That's when man are gonna get caught slipping like socks on floor that's laminated
If it's beef make sure the meats marinated
The tings got teeth like alligators
Used to run man down in my Kappa trainers
Have man jumping over apparatus
Certain man try keep it real but most their bars exaggerated
And I'm allergic to lies I hate 'em I swear that the airs contaminated
I don't need a coach to train me 'cah I'm gonna bust, that's plain and simple
The man catch the vehicles
When I spit bars you can get an earful
I stay cheerful, but I still get mad
Fourteen, I was having scraps with my stepdad
I've been fly like most of my life
I'm surprised that Eyez ain't even got jet lag
None of my fam are boxers
But my fam put man in boxes
I got seventy two zeds, two boxes
Gyal wanna strip Eyez to his boxers
You don't get gyal, you stand and stare
They don't even know that you're actually there
I could get two chicks on some fruit shit, if man goes town then apple, pears
She keeps calling my line when I'm busy
Busy getting money she don't want me getting lizzy
Tell the gyal like move move, like grizzy
Don't ring me, I don't love you I ain't dizzy
Stop calling
Please stop texting
Stop dialing
Please stop, it's pestering
I ain't interested
I saw you call but I left it (ring)
Who said that Eyez ain't ready, my arms are up like i'm sitting on the side of the settee I think fast I'm sharp like knives and chette's as a yute I was running from PC Letty
Now got fans from all over the globe from London to Hongkong to Mexico oh, a young brudda tryna shine but these old bruddas they don't want to let me glow
Lost a couple clashes in my time but bruddas got lucky like a Heskey goal, i'm just tryna get my dough let me blow, never will I sell my soul 'cause i'm a real guy, chilling with them hippie kids but I still ride, still up on the block i'm still Eyez, popped on a lock but i still try dem but i'm still trying
My nigga troops died, his mum still crying, i ain't got wings but I'm still flying, fucked up a lot but i'm still trying, so, fuck feds I hate trident, when I see them I just stay quiet, I ain't gonna tell my name's Eyez blud - I got the right to remain silent
I was in Sweden shutting down shows, five star hotel I don't wanna boast
I was in Denmark showing them grime, on the main stage at half past nine
I was in Benedorm I was in Dam, bunning that dank with English Frank
I was at four side in front, you saw the billboard I ain't gonna stunt
I'm hungry like I never eat lunch if I ever get dropped then i'm getting back up, back on my two feet coming to your spot with the Fugees weather you're ready or not, WHAT. Too many enemies watch get smoked like lemon cheese when i meet hotch got, bars that will send a neek twenty feet up greased up needs energy when i creep up, ease up, keep shut when Eyez comes around, ride to your town to your house, get glassed in the rave in the face
Pints on you like you're buying a round, that'll quiet you down. Are you hungry for this I'll rumble for this I'll fight for the crown, them MC's bow down when Eyez is around - (eye, listen)
If you're a ganja farmer
Better go hide you marijuana
Make that fly like it's at departure
Better not sing like Frank Sinatra
I got a Rasta father so you know that my dad's a farmer
So you know that my dad's a farmer
I still presidential, like Barack Obama
Smoke my first zoot with matt 'n marff in the back of the car park