yo turn down my headphones rah yo biggz heartache what they know about heartache how much more can my heart take been tru a couple heartbrakes so sad I sit down don't partake yeah I don't join in never got an award for participate-in but always get praise if I bring dough in what bitches I want money because if I get cash in roll the nyash and you'll see me rollin in a four door beemer ten years now imma be the next swifta beater but I'll rap too just like skeppy I'll spit and produce stop postcode wars make them man call truce I've never understood why kill someone for a street where you sell food man don't care bout drugs man don't care bout uggs I'm not on this designer fad your trapstar stone island and your goose is bad I've never had never owned none of that not because I'm broke because I don't flash cash or jewels I don't trap I just rap my story on a beat make them think about something deep so they realise they gotta stop this falsehood act and start to rap about all that crap they've been through their backstory cuh I know you never threw a yout off a 20 story building you lot aint fielding aint on the wing you aint feedin them man who need to eat you aint on fuckries you try cook but no ones hungry I don't know you don't try spud me or you are what you eat dead meat BIGGZ rah yo biggz this beat goes hard