I can't stand listening to niggas from London rap.
I'm the culture, B.
Like, just check my resume, fam.
Like, Google the name.
Da Fly Hooligan.
D-A-F-L-Y-Y.
Hooligan.
Peace,
peace.
Only God can judge me.
Those opinions will never be something I will place above me.
I'd be crazy,
I'd be stupid,
I'd be insecure,
unhappy if I let their fears dictate the way I move.
* mad G. Far greater.
Way superior.
Never waver.
I'm chill till they put their hands on me.
That's when they meet the maker.
But it's love like my art collection.
Immortalized by the fans who think I'm worthy of their reverence.
That's who deserves my focus.
Pure determination.
Sleep deprivation.
Always push the culture forward.
My platform's for others so they never go unnoticed.
Could've been on roads selling bricks to get rich.
I'm sure you know this.
Do my best to stay away from weirdos.
But them niggas are slick like a pig covered in plain clothes.
They don't ever think.
That's why I call them bitch-made hoes.
Begging for attention and some clout is their main goal.
There's a war going on inside some insecure niggas.
Bitch-made niggas scared to see you make it,
niggas.
We don't fold, just keep progressing.
Learn your lessons.
Focus and adapt your profession.
There's a war going on inside some insecure niggas.
Bitch-made niggas scared to see you make it,
niggas.
We don't fold, just keep progressing.
Learn your lessons.
Focus on being the best in your profession.
Reaction of a rebel.
* the devil, pass the mic.
Right.
Reaction of a rebel.
* the devil, pass the mic.
Right.
Reaction of a rebel.
Rebel.
* the devil, pass the mic.
Right.
Reaction of a rebel.
* the devil, pass the mic.
Reaction of a rebel.
Rebel.
Rebel.
Rebel.
* the devil.
* the devil.
* the devil.
Pass the mic.