They call me baller Bash, I'm a dark skinned yute with a dark heart
I'm on the grind, mashing P's spitting hard bars
Man on road they think I think I'm star, nar
I'm in the hood, the same number like wahgwarn?
f*ck saying mind out, manna barge past
Them wasteman who wanna try and block are path
I'm half Dominican, my other half's Jamaican
(????) Ar' what a raasclaat!
Them pus*yoles who tried it, I'll have the last laugh
I'll take away their oxygen, their last gasp
Used to spit for free but now I charge ca'
I race up the M1, I need them fast cars
I need them large yards, look after marge and parge
f*ck a normal job darg, that don't look after far
Wanna invest in art, I'll rip this world apart
I got these streets locked, I'll soon shoot up the chart
Donate to charity? Nar!
Donate to Africa but still f*cking girls hard ma
Take off your bra, ta
Your boyfriend is a batty, his cousin is a di*k
His best friend is a pus*y, he used to stink of p*ss
But I don't watch them ca, I need to feed my belly
By using my words, get my face on the tele
The worlds on my shoulders, got n*ggas on my back
Refuse to beg on my knees, they're already black
I need to use my head, I gotta get them figures
But never use my mouth to bait up another n*gga
My eyes dem are open, I can see the funds
But never use my tongue, I ain't licking no ones bum
Stick up my middle finger, flick through pinkys with my thumb
My wedding fingers clear, index finger shoots the gun
Bracka, bracka!