Standout

No days off

Yo, I stand out like a black man in Kazakhstan
From where man get bored at if they ain't have plans
As that stands, I know the ropes like my backhand
Ain't tryna sit here chasing ghosts like I'm Pac-Man
Really from the grassroots of soil
Yard with the hard, akh had it on the boil
My shorty act rash, man she spoiled
I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle, wrap the nyash up in foil
We actually royal, you're listening to kings
Where the haters now? Listen in the wind
Rappers think they bad because they niggas in the bin
But they ain't on business, thеy was chicken on the wing
Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray
Mind moving slow, I control, alt and backspace
Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day
Balled like a cat, man'll stroll through yuh rat race

Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'ma do it on my own, uh
I've been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like

I stand out, like a black man on a hockey pitch
Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip
Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit
A lot of fellas fallin' out, we ain't hoppin' ship
Remember listening to Knucks, just a couple bucks
Little somethin' for my mums, nothing from my pops
Rebel bring a little fruit, grab a couple cups
I used to mix a little juice just to mash it up, trust
We got to duckin' if they started smoking
Blunts, yo, I hit it once and I started choking
Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute
Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't bun their zoot
Q, bun that, telling them I'm grown
Running if you ain't coming, I'ma do it on my own, uh
Fuck rap, I've been heading for the throne
Make the yutes leave the trap like the kid in Home Alone, like

Bun that, telling them I'm grown
I'ma do it on my own, uh
I've been heading for the throne
Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like