Lyrics: Rebekah-Anna Morgan
Music: George Armstrong
[Intro]
Pass me that lighter, please
Yeah, one sec'
Niggas be stealin' my shit
Yeah, hold that
Yeah, BXKS, what was you sayin' earlier then?
I wasn't sayin' nothin', what do you mean?
You said you had some bars
Oh, the absurd ting, yeah, yeah, yeah, run that one, abeg
Yeah, let me hear it
[Verse]
Look, the things I'm hearin', very absurd
Very on point when I sit and observe
Mental hum just bleedin' the verse
Shout out the [?] in the hearse
Kinda mad what I do with the verbs, word
I couldn't give a **** what these man do
These other MC's aren't feelin' you
I don't care what you do in the booth
I'm 'bout to get loose like a baby's tooth (Tooth)
Only took in yen
Got bars, like a prison, I'm a walkin' pen
Upsuh, upright, never walkin' with them
I'm an OG, but my OGs are older, so I never shout for the boys 'cause I talk to the men (To the men)
Yeah, I used to talk to a nine, now I talk to a ten (Talk to a ten)
And I don't even talk for attention, but ironically, that's how I got the detentions
I'm on your radar 'cause I get a mention
BXKS is the name, like a new invention
I'm a new artist 'bout to 'cause tension
Me, I'm takin' everyone down
Down, but I wan' take everyone's crown
Push or don't touch me, gettin' that now
Why would you say that I look like dad (Like dad)
When dad always made mum sad