| Yeah, yeah |
| Soulchef |
| Hydroponikz, yeah |
| This is dedicated |
| To all those people outside |
| Who can’t fucking mind their own business |
| Yo, finally hop out the bed |
| One o’clock, must have knocked out later than usual |
| See, my dreams have been musical |
| Time for me to grind, refine my rhyme prowess |
| That’s my state of mind, 'cos my mama leave me no allowance |
| Queen’s to the death, I’ll never be an out-of-towner |
| But we need a new apartment, found a roach up on a counter |
| So I’m on a job to get your hands to the ceiling |
| Making music that you’re feeling New York to New Zealand |
| Banging live beats out on the concrete jungle |
| Ain’t no guarantees that I’m gonna stay up out of trouble |
| I’m just tryna lemonade, get some bubble and buzz |
| We ain’t subtle because we fly like shuttles and doves |
| On the outside, my objective twist the fat one |
| Neighbours watching me close like close captions |
| I creep up on the roof, the reaper easing up to 'dro |
| So I keep up with illegals 'til they sneak up on the throw |
| Oh no |
| Talk is cheap, you mad weak |
| See me on the street, and they acting mad peace |
| Oh no |
| These people are acting like paparazzi |
| Saying what they saying day by day to try and stop me |
| Oh no |
| All of the he-say, she-say |
| Smiling up in my face on my record release date |
| Oh no |
| These people are acting like paparazzi |
| Saying what they saying day by day to try and stop me |
| Try and stop me |
| I stay hungry like Ghandi |
| Kicking fat rhymes be my modus operandi |
| Hillside Ave, that be the place that you can find me |
| You Bs with dope MCs? Please remind me |
| Don’t be exaggerating if you saying that you rap great |
| 'Cos I be laughing at you cats who acting mad bait |
| Always saying something that they see me chilling |
| So all you chickens always talking shit, get your facts straight |
| Go and over-analyse my status, start a tabloid |
| Now I’m annoyed, everybody acting paranoid |
| Gossip on computer screens, you talking in pajamas |
| Nobody be concerned with the drama, just the karma |
| Now wait, look, most of y’all are too concerned with Facebook |
| Worry about the street instead of pictures that these snakes took |
| I’m just rapping, cats are in trouble, asking for more |
| And no, it doesn’t matter, photos they snapping of 'dro |