Foul

[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 insound changed I never.

I mc on anything I want,

I spit on something wack,

I 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 alot of grown men see me moving and as with all the little boys, well there just little boys.

I got a massive buzz, your making little noise.

I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone who loves me, I love me aswell.

[Chorus:]

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 trynna be the coolest

They trynna be the rolex

Lighting for the cameras

For what I wouldn't notice

N and add a J

B b above

I'm super duper cool

I am never on the hype

I'm super duper fly

Who they know it's might

I come through all the tones

They're plain but nice

Pimp down the side just to see tiny red stripe

Oh I really know how to be is myself

I never try to change in my inner it's just the self

I wanted to by famous

I I I wanted lost of trainers used to see up through a pairs

Now I buy the whole shelves

A lot of things have changed since back in the day

The best chance of life I got now is my face

One man soldier, I'm in my own lane

So be amused impossible enjoyning me the saint

[Chorus:]

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 you postcode is

And don't tell me you're on your ting

Nigga I ain't trynna know what your ting is

See the priest talk I ain't trynna listen

Monk said cannot they wanna dizz it

But you can't talk a lots man you violated what happened cock coincidently he's missing

And I'm just saying

I am not plant

I meant rare plant

We are A R

And you're just aren't

As in are not

You're not Jesus

You're not flee

Certainly you're not me

So don't dizzy me if you can't make a better song

And if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong

Cash motivation we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A R

[Chorus:]

This beat is Foul

Deserves two yellow cards (go on)

Send it off I'm going hard

With each and every bar (yeah)

This beat is Foul

Deserves ten yellow cards

Send it off I'm going hard

Nigga fuck you I'm a star.