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