Standard (feat. Foreign Beggars & Bangzy)

Yeah (yeah yeah yeah)

Yeah, I've been whipping up tracks on the lab

Long before Jack was a lad

More nicks in the back than- psst

African yutes get slaps off their dads

On the Rags, certain man build careers on the blags

That guy there's a one-hit wonder

Us men we done two bad tracks

Don't get axed

I sport that authentic stamp

Pest control signed off on that Bangzy

Swing bars till my wrist get cramped

Pass that Cali medicinal Danky

Us men are writs

Them man are dampeys

Since '03, going on tanky

Nowadays, we're up in the anti-purist game, all up in them panties

(Ah) For the lash, king size bed, that punan gets mashed

You got cash? Talking trash

Layman brother's financial crash

Me and my clique bought stamps for gas

Watching them drift like it's time lapse

When I bring my raps, it's a fire trap

When you bring yours, where's the fire rap?

Mythical

Rap ting

Man I've been running that standard (standard)

You on a wack ting?

Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard)

Mad ting

How these brothers get far?

We've been setting that charge

And we keep repping that standard

I go so ham, I go so in

I go hog roast, I go pint of gin

I go burning red in that hot Sun

I bang the gong and I'll bang your mum

And I sing songs, I smash live

Never believe my own hype

And I did the dance, I done it well

And I trod the goats till my feet smell

Kick a stink up

Me and my fam got a link up

Put the rum in the glass and drink up

When I'm back home

A greedy committee still running the city

No Jack Jones

Fuck, ten pound for that TicTac, I want bank loads

I done this and I done that

I ain't a gangster, I don't tag toes

I grew up on Task Force

Skinnyman, Rodney and Roots Manuva

Floored away to NY last week and I heard man bump dead plays in an Uber

And that's a beautiful thing

In a seemingly ugly world

I'll be treading through quicksand daily

But I finally found me a pearl

Rap ting

Man I've been running that standard (standard)

You on a wack ting?

Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard)

Mad ting

How these brothers get far?

We've been setting that charge

And we keep repping that standard

The stakes is high

But I have faith in life

Take my time, but I take these trials

Gotta base these odds gotta reach these heights

(Reach these heights)

Gotta teach these youths, gotta open these minds, gotta break these chains (Break these chains)

Gotta earn these stripes, gotta respect the truth

I was given one life

I was given one purpose

See this scene seems clean at the surface

Nice sheen but to me it's superfluous

I find gems 'cause I figure where the dirt is

Ten toes and I'm livin' life perfect

For now, I'm sleeping in a furnace

Seen a lot of guys leaving in hearses

I was in church for the service

I was in court for the verdict

Now I'm in the booth for the merkage

My whole life's right there for these verses

See, my mind finds blesses in curses, stresses in murses

So I don't pet with these purses

Step with the definite purpose

Whether it was work or connection, my head is disturbance

Beggars will render you worthless

Rap ting

Man I've been running that standard (standard)

You on a wack ting?

Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard)

Mad ting

How these brothers get far?

We've been setting that charge

And we keep repping that standard

Rap ting

Man I've been running that standard (standard)

You on a wack ting?

Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard)

Mad ting

How these brothers get far?

We've been setting that charge

And we keep repping that standard

Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)

Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)

Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)

Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)