Foul

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I never once said fuck grime The clock kept ticking I just moved with the times I'm smarter that's why I do better So don't act clever The in sound changed I never I MC on anything I want I spit on something wack And make it something hot I got everything these MCs slightly want, so not one of you noughts could ever make me cross My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in I'm still so young but I've achieved so much It probably hurts a lot of grown men see me moving As for the little boys, well they're just little boys I got a massive buzz, you're making little noise I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone that loves me, I love me as well [Hook] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar P.S I'm a star [Verse 2] I'm a shampoo above ya Yeah head and shoulders I'm tryna be the coolest They're tryna be the roadest Lyin' for the camera Thought I wouldn't notice Internet G's B-B-BOGUS I'm super duper cool I am never on a hype I'm super duper fly All they know is Nike I come through in a turtle neck, plain but nice Peep down the side you see a tiny red stripe All I really know how to be is myself I never try changing my image just to sell I wanted to be famous I wanted lost of trainers used to see up for a pair Now I buy the whole shelf A lot of things have changed since back in the days The best chat-up line I got now is my face One man soldier, I'm in my own lane So beatin' me's impossible Joining me's the same [Hook] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard (Let me cut the voice Check, check it, listen) [Verse 3] I'm not a postman prick I don't need to know what your postcode is And don't tell me you're on your ting Nigga I ain't tryna know what your ting is See the greeze talk I ain't tryna listen Munks steppin' up, they wanna diss 'im! But you can't ask the last man who violated What happened cah coincidentally he's missing I'm just saying I am not playing I mean we ain't playing We are A R And yous are just aren'ts As in are nots You're not G's You're not flee Certainly you're not me So don't diss me if you can't make a better song And if it ain't 'CM' you got the letters wrong Cash motivations we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A R [Hook] This beat is Foul Deserves two yellow cards, go on Send it off I'm going hard With each and every bar g This beat is Foul Deserves ten yellow cards Send it off I'm going hard Nigga fuck you I'm a star