Ain't No Amateur

Yes, guess who just stepped in the place
N to the E to the R V E
Get respect whenever I put pencil to page
Won't rest for a day till I'm best in the game
Blow it like a wet weather or a tech when I spray
Getting away better check where you say son
No time for a fake one cos I'm A1 play
dumb get your face stuck in a bass drum
Get your record found in a skip
I'm outta my sh*t like them kids in round the twist
I'm out for chips no Smith
I'm out for the clout n sh*t
Why you down and out with the tryin amount to this
Nah it's too high
I flew by with the crew in a blue sky
If you were like boo hoo cos I'm too white
But your just sittin in your room with a few lines

I tell them I don't need no boss
I tell them I don't need no manager
N E to the R V E and I do this myself and I Ain't no Amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar

N E to the R V E

You couldn't match my caliber

Yeah yeah yeah you knew that kid
Where their doin the grime with that boom bat kid
They show me a twos never knew that kid
Hear me rip up a groove they like who's that kid
Now they're like I know that boss
No jacking off cos the flows bang on
While they slacking off
I go rap a song then I blow up the map cos they know that's bomb
Yeah cos they know that's crack
Try me once and they never go back
N to the E to the R V E and I cat saying I puttin my city on a map

Young boss from the 4 triple 0
We don't talk to dogs don't call triple 0

We go call the shots and we raw with the flows
And won't call a stop till they callin me ghost

I tell them I don't need no boss
I tell them I don't need no manager
N E to the R V E and I do this myself and I Ain't no Amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N E to the R V E
You couldn't match my caliber
I tell them I don't need no boss

I tell them I don't need no manager
N E to the R V E and I do this myself and I Ain't no Amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch

Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N E to the R V E
You couldn't match my caliber

They jackin their flows from the rappers online
Cmon that is a joke so go back to your grind
You are wackin if you think that's actually hype
That's exactly how they won't to damage your mind aye

You just be dumbin it down aye
Me I got love for this sound aye
The f*ck is this sh*t
I don't man I'm just f*ckin around

My rhythm on a track is a miss match so
I be flipping over rappers like it's tic tac toe
You wanna get it you can have it imma bring that dope
And leave you sitting with your rations in a bin bag yo

All the chitter and the chatter but your still wack tho
And know your image is just a packing I don't think that so
Quit living in an act that sh*ts zap bro
If you think I really back it that's a big fat no

I tell them I don't need no boss
I tell them I don't need no manager
N E to the R V E and I do this myself and I Ain't no Amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N E to the R V E
You couldn't match my caliber
I tell them I don't need no boss
I tell them I don't need no manager
N E to the R V E and I do this myself and I Ain't no Amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N E to the R V E
You couldn't match my caliber



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Writer(s): Toby Jack Nicholls
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