This One

[Chorus]
This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing tees
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys

[Verse 1]
Kodak moment, let's get a pic of it
Bro that 'fro, that's hedge, get a trim innit
On back roads, no feds, just wingin' it
Yo that flow, that's dead, get rid of it
Can't find you on the beats no more and
Can't see man on the streets no more and
Can't find you on no sold out tour, HTTP error 404
Xbox, I don't play no more
PC master race, say no more
Killer Instinct, instinctive killer
When you see me with Jago sword
Rave sold out, need to be quicker
Bait so now tint's a bit dimmer
Hey slow down, speed's a big killer
Bass so loud, shake the wing mirror
Wasted Ps on expensive sheets, on my bed
'Cause I sleep, when I'm dead
My wife gets to enjoy them but
Me? I done said
That I sleep, when I'm de-, nah bun that
Literally cremate and send my ashes outer space
'Cause I'm out of place I said

[Chorus]
This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing tees
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys

[Verse 2]
Top eight on MySpace, stop begging it
Not taking my place nah, forget it
Stop wasting time, yeah hotstepping
I'm not snaking my mates, I'm repping it
Boy Better Know, my fee went up 'cause I don't do shows
Making bucks, just jamming at home
Put my feet up and wiggle my toes (Safe)
Man are out here all thinking they're hot 'cause they got couple views on the computer
Man are out here chatting like I'm not hot though 'cause I'm not a drug abuser
Man are out here aiming for the top like they're actually a born shooter
Man are out here gunning for my spot with the accuracy of a Stormtrooper
Cameras flash me, man's in the bus lane like a taxi
Durag and braids, yeah, that's me
I got the whole rave in the backseat
Badman with the shades, that's Maxi
When I walk on stage don't at me
Man's A-A-A like an ad lib
Man's A-A-A like a battery
Exactly, now

[Chorus]
This one's for the beat fiends and fucking G's
This one's for the street team that's bussing tees
This one's for the deets, Ps, and cutting trees
This one's for the street sweepers touching keys