Belated

Lyrics

[Intro: Danny Seth] I'm sorry for the way shit's been kinda fucked up recently That don't mean shit, the British are still coming, you feel me? Perception season, yeah, uh Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it The British are coming [Verse 1: Danny Seth] All these cosigns and you still ain't popped (Ha ha ha) Even blow drying won't make your shit hot I'm the game's hidden secret, broke the lock Now I'm out for the spot (Ah) Triangle tat, I should sign to the [Beep] Oops, shit, I said a lot Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot But when my words are not a loaded Glock (Grr) Dislocated shoulder how I'm 'bout to pop (Pop) And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I fucking rock (Hah) Talking about this rap shit, I got it tied up like a knot It's a lot, and my city keep on checking on me like a watch But fuck it man, they see me 'round here And I know they see me buzzin' like I'm fuckin' Lightyear Talking about me, man it's quite clear I've been running though these rappers Like some fucking stray deer, uh [Hook: MD$] When I'm spinning, I hope you find me, find me (Find me) 'Cause if you find me, you know I'll be alright, right, right And if you catch me and you dare try me, try me (Try me) I'll hit it and it won't be your night, night, night My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut They gon' hear me Mud in my cup, if the convo ain't mula You cannot get near me Heard about me, there's a reason Bitches talk, there's a reason Yung cavalli season, season Yung cavalli season [Verse 2: Danny Seth] Fuck a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop (Fuck) Like a shaken soda, boy, I'll go pop Never touched the baking soda but I'm 'bout to be the [Beep] Everybody want to grab me like a crotch And I ain't even dropped my hot shit (Nah) This the one to make you put me on the "one's to watch" list A banger for the fucking lost kids Who never knew what real music sounded like Until Perception dropped It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed Made a couple bangers in my living room Forgot about them, like a homo Now they coming out the closet Fuck you talking about if it ain't this? (This) Man, I'm too cold like my wrists (Wrists) Asking rapper to retire, man, I be the pitch When you asking who is coming, man, it be the Brits The British are coming