Mufasa

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah

Mufasa

Hold tight Link Up, Mic Check

Shout out my girls

Large up the pagans dem

Yeah, killing everybody in the game, even MJ had to beat it

Shamone, listen I'm the shit like I'm faeces

Couldn't give a shit about the retweets

Couldn't give a shit about the shit

You can take the girl out the hood but you can't take the bits out the bitch

Drop punchlines, get a kick out of it

I'm so sick, take the piss out the shit

Like, straight outta Croydon

Rolling with some guys, avoiding boydem

I bring the bombs and I deploy them

You're an MD, I might destroy him

Heard your track, it was mighty boring

I wouldn't even wipe the floor with it

Tune's catchy, no chorus in it

You ain't heard my song but know all the lyrics, like how that work?

My bitches hold shh and they all know how that work

You say you shut down, looks like your crowd don't work

I smoked your weed and your loud don't work

How that work? How that work? How that work? Bitch, how that work?

Talk about Ps, not a pound in your purse

Jump in the whip, push down and reverse

Why? Cause I'm back

Why they catting the flows and all that?

If I get mad, who's holding me back?

Not her, not him

I'm so wavy so it's only right that I'm show-boating

Please don't get motion sick

Going in straight from the jump

Rolled me something and it weighed about a tonne

Don't say my shit is lit or it’s crunk

We don't even say that shit in England

Like, please please please, tell me that my shit is greazy

I bet I sound nothing like Little Weezy

Shut down shows, I don't do no freebies

Bow down when you see me

I dropped Don't Fuck With Them

And now they're fucking with me, wow how ironic

Any flow I bring is iconic

If you really want it then I'm on it

Ride in the whip, tiptronic

You know my style, you know my swag

Them girl there, na they ain't bad

Badder than who? Bader than what?

Never, not me

Them girl tried but I did it properly

I'm going in straight for the kill

Run up in the shop, head straight for the till

Leave off of that, cause let's be real

Them bars there aren't paying your bills

No way, them bars there can't suffice

Them bars, you can't survive off that

That's your flow, I might king that

Send for me, I ain't writing back

I won't even hear your shit

You'll spend money and time on a vid for me

Meanwhile I'll be busy making history

That's how you add insult to injury

Wow, they all wanna fuck with me now

Emails have been getting on top of me now

Cause I am the wave

And I don't behave

So fucking with me, fuck around and drown

Fucking with me, it will be lights out

Them girl there wanna copy my style

Shut down shows like I put the mic down

They say "oh my days" when they see me on nights out

Tell me that they've got me on Soundcloud, bless up

Hope that they buy my shit but no pressure

Ain't my flex, that ain't how I'm set up

It's my pleasure and it's at your leisure

Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge

Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss

Who's the cure and who's the cause?

Who is real, who's Santa Claus?

And what the bumba, what the rass?

Who's the bitch behind the mask?

Who's the jury, who's the judge?

Who fell off, you unsurpassed

Who the fuck and who's the fuss?

Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me

Tell them girls, do not fuck with me

Told them already I don't fuck with them, like say I didn't say it properly

I don't wanna tell them again

I think you had this idea the weak was on par

But I'm in a higher tier, you're not in my class

If you wanna take it there then we can go fast

Got myself a rocket then I have a blast

Oh my gosh, skippy flows

That kind of have you on your tippy toes

That kind that makes you wanna let your whole city know

Punchlines even with a drippy nose

You don't wanna come against Nadz

I take them girl for punching bags

Take them girl for trash

Think it's a game? You've met your match

Think it's a game? You've met your death

Don't make the grade, you've failed your test

If you've got a brain inside your head

See me in the rave, you should play dead

Came with that grade, can smell that stench

Making it rain and make it stretch

Make sure I'm paid and we get fed

Not just in cash, pay me respect

Cause like I said

Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge

Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss

Who's the cure and who's the cause?

Who is real, who's Santa Claus?

What the bumba, what the rass?

Who's the bitch behind the mask?

Who's the jury, who's the judge?

Who fell off, you unsurpassed

Who the fuck and who's the fuss?

Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me