Dirty Astros (prod. J Casa)

Dirty astro's and a painful scratch 2A fringe, no fade on the rims Saying f*ck you Margaret Thatch (Er) I won't tolerate it, not a pinch Football boots and a baseball cap I spit lines like my life depends on it Cause it's just more than my heart in the raps Lucozade and some Custard Creams J2O and a nice old wrap I'm soft and I'm touchy nicely They say "Why does he be like that?" But pressing my buttons lightly They say "Why does he be so feisty" Life moves quickly, just look at Kylie Jenner-ations of kids so lively Used to come home I'm covered in mud Football gets so slidey Quit academy to move to my dreams In the studio is where you'll find me In reality, I'll be in my bedroom Making beats and getting so rhymey But this shit is so rhythmic I can't make songs so grimey I'll be a baller experimenting Like Niels Bohr, come try me Last bar of the open Swinging my shoulder, lightly Kun Agüero, feint smash the ball home Baseball player, might be Telephone box with a few missed calls The unknown is popular, rightly Cause you don't drive a car with your eyes fixed in the rear view mirror Right G? F*ck