Friday the 13th

Let me tell you how I’m feeling It’s Friday the 13th, and I feel like Jason Slew a sound boy for the stripes that’s blatant Feel like Jam, I made grime in the basement Mash work and I drill stuff for the fam War my g that’s a war with the gang YGG got the lyrical strally So now I come thru with the lyrically wap 34 shots when I aim for the hats Got a chip on my shoulder, draw for the mac Them boy there wan move like they’re sick with the bars More time man I feel sick when they rap All these new era dons just cap If you copy my ting you’re a cat I pay attention to the details rudeboy So don’t think I’m blind to the fact, yea NAIKE on the tune truss that’s dutty Switched it up for drill and went cruddy Practice hours man I got bare Flows so cold you’re gonna need Monclear Your tings warm me I bring that heat too hot like 100 degrees I do what I want when I jump on a beat Any genre get twist up like a Twizzlers sweet Said you would ride when it’s time but you’re not down And my new ting lies all the time she thinks I don't know but I’m no clown This ting is a game, trust me I’ve played it Fam I can’t rate it, face it, too many man just faking Bare man wanna be hating, but if it was you verse me Trust man, you’ll be skating, yea I mean that and I show no face still I want bread, I'm a king So that must mean that I want a kings meal 2 for 2 had to show wagwarn Pen in my palm come like firearm Ducking your Missus word to Jay1 Mocking the ting nah bruddah I ain’t joking Rhymes come potent, flows on flows I’m focused Thinking of lines to make them start quoting I’m at your neck until you start choking Look at the strength they know they can’t hold him Hulk Hogan, loading Manna come tru soon on a swole ting Manna come tru on some bad boy antics Any riddim that man touch, Issa mad ting Cold