Produced by Random, Mastered/Recorded by Nel Magnum
[Intro]
Fricky baby, Bvggi blaze
Collector's Item, everything
[Verse 1]
World-play Adidas, Hip Hop Cassillas
The future’s lookin’ bright from the eye of the seers
As it appears, look you gotta face your fears
If you getting all your goals, then you gotta face De Gea
Selasie got me geared, she taking in my b.s
But she knows to be my ears, it would prolly take her years
You still don’t get it, do you? It’d prolly take Leap Years
I am complex I’m aware, My apologies to Pearce
Getting bread like a winner with the brain of B.F Skinner
Hip Hop was a shorty, I’ma wed her like Divina
My metaphors is meaner, that’s a hell of a demeanor
When I rap I bring Katrina, I'm the Rap Steven Pienaar
I am all about my headlines, I'm about my bars, gee
That is why my rhyme book be lookin’ like a graph sheet
Am in my brother hood mostly just to duck beef
Tongue is in the cheek, roll my eye and then I suck teeth
Cos I love peace, Midas with the Touch
And anytime I spit it, my saliva bring a flood
I’m really not the typer who recycles every grudge
So you gotta hit the Brakes, Boy, my life is like a Clutch
Before you got me Gassed up, rappers who just suck at this
My lyrics finna pop a clip, It's Lyrical Apocalypse
Gimme back the title, Fricky baby flow’s ill
You’d never see us going down the drain, Michael Scofield
[Hook : Fricky]
Everything I finna get, no matter what it cost
With a lil' bit of luck, I'mma make it to the top
May God bless the hustle 'til the day we're set to floss
This is word up in your speakers, gotta turn it up a notch
In everything I'd ever be, I'll always keep it trill
I've been hot for very long, Understand I gotta chill
Never fake it 'til I make it, I was set up to be real
Bring that lyrical appeal ,'til I get that deal
[Verse 2 : Bvggi Bryan]
C'est la crem de la crem, this the cream of the crop
Bvggi Bryan and Fricky on it, how the hell could it flop
You know we tryna raise the bar with all the bars that we drop
Cliché! Hardwork's the ladder we 'gon use to the top
They say "today's youth are missing", the statement's stereotypical
The music that I make though, not stereo typical
10/10, I'm good, even in reciprocal
Faded in class, I wrote this, high school musical
True religion, got faith in my genes, peep my marrow
If rap was an African Queen, then meet the Pharaoh
Me, I'm quite a narcissist, Spit from my oesophagus
To kill you wannabe kings and lay you in a sarcophagus
I, never consult unless I wanna know how fake feels
I stay sicker than a patient on some fake pills
Check me or check mate, Everybody press play
Bringing you the sequel, to phony rappers is your worst day
If Moses broke the laws, And Jesus had no flaws
Then I'm not just rapping, you know I'm rapping with a cause
Its evident we killing even to a blind jury
Cos my team and I seen less competition than Blind Fury
That wasn't fiction, those bars, they're all facts
I save tracks, Justice League, member of the cast
Wack rappers of all time, I'm trynna be the last
Ramadan on my mind, Yours Truly, I'm thinking fast (Mr Ash.)
[Hook Fricky/ Bvggi Bryan] Repeat
