Standout (feat. Loyle Carner & Venna)

N-n-no days off

Yo

I stand out like a black man in Kazakhstan

From where man get bored at if they ain't have plans

As that stands, I know the ropes like my backhand

Ain't tryna sit here chasing ghosts like I'm Pac-Man

Really from the grassroots of soil

Yard with the hard akh had it on the boil

My shorty act rash, man she spoiled

I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle, wrap the nyash up in foil

We actually royal, you're listening to kings

Where the haters now? Listen in the wind

Rappers feeling bad because they **** in the bin

But they ain't on bidness thеy was chicken on the wing (Aha)

Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray

Mind moving slow, I control, alt and backspace

Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day

Balled like a cat, man'll stroll through yuh rat race

Bun that, telling them I'm grown

I'mma do it on my own, uh

I been heading for the throne

Trap like the kid in Home Alone

I stand out, like a black man on a hockey pitch

Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip

Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit

A lotta fellas fallin' out, we ain't hoppin' ship

Remember listening to Knucks, just a couple bucks

Little suttin' for my mums, nothing from my pops

Rebel bring a little fruit, grab a couple cups

I used to mix a little juice just to mash it up, trust

We got to duckin' if they started smoking

Blunts, yo, I hit it once and I started choking

Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute

Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't bun their zoot

Q, bun that, telling them, "I'm grown"

Running if you ain't coming I'ma do it on my own, uh

Fuck rap, I been heading for the throne

Make the yutes leave the trap like the kid in 'Home Alone' like

Bun that, telling them I'm grown

I'ma do it on my own, uh

I been heading for the throne

Trap like the kid in Home Alone