Lyrics
Don’t tell me prepare
I’m the one who gave P a career
None of you cared before he said my name
Okay, I’m leaving it there
I ain’t gonna lie this boys evolved
He’s come a long way from coins to notes
And Little Dee keeps sending for Devs
Don’t worry 'bout that I’ll destroy them both
Blacks and every one of his boys involved
Nobody ain’t gonna be avoiding blows
When I let off, I’ll lick P Money’s head off
I’m a serial killer he’s Kellogs
I’ll put man to sleep like I be the guy
That he bought his bed off
His fans say I fell off
I wanna know what boat they’re fresh off
I’m undisputed like Lennox
Coming at me with them basic bars
It’s like tryna mix with one deck off
You must be well off your head
I’m ten steps ahead of the rest
You’ll get left when I wet off
Don’t say P’s going in
He’s just a guy that you expect less of
When I bar, alarms I set off
I told 'em I’m colder than Poland
Frozen my body could freeze a whole ocean
Stone cold, no I don’t show no emotion
Only when I flow and going in on an opponent
A lot of MCs are alright
I’m cheese when it’s dry, overly potent
P spent '09 sending for me
And the fans wanna know why nobody’s spoken
And a few of them are losin' faith in GH
So I gotta remind them why I will
Humiliate any MC alive
When I reply to guys with the mic in my right
It’s a nightmare for them
Them man are plimsolls, I’m Nike Air to them
Who’s involved? Stand right there with them
I ain’t hearing men, talk like I’m scared to send
Now sending, so
And I swear revenge, yeah I’ve been low
But I’m here again, some say that I’m on
Best form ever, others say that I’m right
Near my end
I’m like yeah, yeah and yeah again
Literally yeah and yeah again
They all compare me to somebody else
But I’m the only one you hear again
You’re obsessed with fruit and veg
What the fuck could you do to Ghetts? Bad move
You can’t sleep like I removed your bed (Head gone)
But I ain’t gonna lose my head (Your deaths raw)
I’d rather shoot instead
I take niggas out, take niggas out
P Money MC won’t win a round
It’s a pity I wanted to see him stick around
No biggie, money man’s silly, I’m chilly
Gonna really tell him if he wants beef kill a cow
You should know P I’m be never cooking
With the flows P, hit 'em with the syllables and multi
In fact, let me kill him with the slow me
This must be a joke
If feel like I’m on Played by Fame
This must be a hoax
Okay, you can come out now
Done it, I know
Ha ha ha, it’s all fun I suppose
Until I get someone’s stomach involved
I’ll make him stop eating
I don’t care if a nigga’s got heart
I’ll make it stop beating, number one’s
The only number I know
It’s my spot I’m not leaving
His fans say «He can’t come back»
My fans are like «Please make them stop speaking»
So, I retaliate properly
P’s poor he can’t eradicate poverty
Money my arse
Where’s all this money I ask?
Man have got more money by far
In fact P’s the only money I par
Money comes and goes, what makes you think
This money might last?
I get me the money quite fast
Put the riddim on, some say P’s
Gonna kill me because I don’t write no sing-alongs
Fuck them lullaby bars
And if this money guy’s hard
Then pigs fly and butterflies bath
Me and this boy ain’t bredrins
I don’t roll with money I like card
Ha ha ha ha ha haha!
I told you!
Ha ha ha ha ha!