I ain’t got nuttin for C I ain’t gon mess him up for free When he pull up on the block He get a taste of this glock I’m a hitter not a misser I’ll hit it straight like Le Tissier Cash be flowin in It be throwin in And ain’t yo next of kin Cuz I’m adopted Really what, Nah man I hate the skin fade KSI thought it was Gatorade I’m gonna need some aid If this song don’t get me paid Now come on really I ain’t in top one hundred I ain’t gon be like them cuz me lyrics ain’t blunted, And now I’m a guy you listen to daily I ain’t rubbish I don’t use a ukelele X2