Songer, Pt. 2

Yo

Outside the box

Listen

I'm jumpin' on this track, I'm 'bout to chat a load of grease

Smackin' loads of Gs whenever they're chattin' loads of breeze

Claim they're doin' road and claim they backin' loads of beef, but

They're side odd, whilst I'm stackin' loads of Ps

If you don't rate what I'm doin', couldn't give one fuck

Your girl wishes he was me, but that's just tough luck

And now she's starin' at me, bruv, it's like she's lovestruck

'’m gettin' straight red cards because the stud's up

Songer, why you been gone? Need that new sick song

Eyes are always flippin' red, think they had two ticks on

Roll up with new kicks on, holds on, where's your bitch gone?

Use my dick a BMX 'cause that's what she do tricks on

Claims he's got a merc' but still, bitch, I run past him

Don't know why he's talkin' to me, dickhead, stop askin'

Said my bars are funny but, bitch, I'm not laughin'

Uggi when I bust because I strictly come dancin'

Big man, you're jarrin', link up, then spar him

Gun fingers loaded, just skank out and blast him

Dank out that bathroom and strap that, then spark it

Hennessy, vodka, drank, that man's clotted

Hard flows whether the bars are new or whether the bars old

Bars cold, better than me? Nah, you're in the past, bro

Battlin' a Scottish guy, shoulda seen that glass go

Hit him in the head and, bruv, I nearly made his heart blow

Nearly made his heart burst, lyricism's art work

Claim to be a rapper, but you've never spat a hard verse

Writin' till my palm hurts, stay until her ass twerks

Spittin' as he's whippin', man, I made that car swerve

And when I'm on a beat, all you see is riot smoke

Watchin' what you eat, but sniffin' bugle, Diet Coke

I suppose its fire every time that I compose

'Cause I can see the future, present, past when my eyes are closed

17, I'm very lean, I'll be the best you've ever seen

But you've just gotta give me time like when the lemon's green

I'm outside the box, but he's a flippin' penalty

Beat your girl tomorrow just to freshin' up my memory

Seven shots of Hennessy, daily till I'm 70

Mix it with that crocodile, yeah, that's the flippin' recipe

But all I see is jealousy 'cause I'm the guy they'll never be

Go into my gravestone burnin' as they bury me

Yeah, that good yute with that rude manner

Purple preps, yeah, you know I got that new swagger

Give a girl my lightsaber till she sounds like Chewbacca

Go in there with Annabelle, dip in yard with Susanna

Dip in yard with Suzy

She was pang but all her friends were dead, I called her Uzi

She's callin' me a cutie

I'm playing Call-of-Duty with one hand up on her booty

Boys can multitask, one-handed as I shoot, G

Lyrics for lyrics, man, I would step on any

Tellin' me I'm old school, but trust me, I ain't secondary

And if you're chattin' shit, trust me, you'll be dead and buried

They're claimin' that they're icy, but they Ben and Jerry

I make words, put it in a great verse

Now she's on her knees, but I'm tellin' her this ain't church

Tellin' her to leave, 'cause I promise that this game hurts

I'm in love with brain and she's in love with how my brain works

Yeah, it's Songer, outside the box

Queue the beat, go on, I'm goin' back in

Yeah, listen

Yo

Sick rapper, big stacker, lip slapper, kick backer

Why you sleepin' on a boy? You a kidnapper

Bitch better wink at her, shit, man, I've been badder

The way I roll in stones, you think I'm Mick Jagger

It's in God's hands, they call me Maradona

I'm in my zone, don't disturb me when I'm gettin' gwalla

My old girl is so upset I never wifed her, but

It's ironic 'cause now she always misses Songer

Yeah, bang

BL@CKBLOX Pt. 2, big up BL@CKBOX every time

You don't know, big up Redden

You don't know