Bop

Sometimes I got nothing to my name
Certain times I only got enough to travel on the train
People go insane when they're living in debt
Everybody changing ways, courtesy of the bread
But nah, never me; the same guy with the dreads
Got my head screwed on, remember everything said
Peeps got the sauce but never learnt how to spread
& they put in no work & then complain they're dead
All these opps running their mouths like a marathon
Anytime they're hearing me rap, they wanna rap along
Never need to swear in my raps, I stay above that
Anytime they're hearing me rap, they wanna cop that
It's the L-!-B double A-N
If you try cross my path, leave you on the pavement
Every time you make a step, better watch the placement
Now you stand adjacent & watch in amazement



Credits
Writer(s): Libaan Hassan
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