On Tick lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, check it
Nerve, oi!

[Verse 1]
My girl does hot sh*t (Yeah), like strangle fans in the mosh pit (Nice)
After rackin' grams like it's on tick (Uh)
I got this, f*ck with math like I'm Doc Frink (Yeah)
So I clocked ya clique runnin' backwards: tock tick
Every single stanza I drop is sick
I got a Twitch where I sh*t on rappers every time they want to spit
My lyrics toxic like my state of mind
I take advice from mates who blaze the ice pipes and then escape with crimes (Argh)
Take my time? Nah, rush this sh*t and make a mess
Couldn't pay the rent so how the f*ck I'm s'posed to pay respect?
Or make amends, 'cause lately I been changin' tents
Yellin' at a bunch of vacant heads like I raised the dead (Urgh)
My sh*t's crack, son, I rep that and if I pressed wax
It would turn ya [?] into a meth lab
And leave ya scratchin' like ya sweat rack
Every time I blessed raps, I give DJ Sam over the next tracks
Get ya pen snapped, I'm on some other sh*t
After this album settle down, have a couple kids (Yeah)
Raise 'em up to be tough and fit
And when I buster spit, son, I'll make them suckers do my f*ckin' mix (b*tch)
Do my cuts and sh*t then they can move out (Ha)
I'm always losin' track of time when the crews round (Yeah)
Had a cypher last night, pourin' few Stouts
Skrub was eighteen back then, he's twenty-two now
[Interlude]
Those some nice shoes, kid
What size are those shoes?
They look about my size
I think they'd look better on me actually

[Verse 2]
Oi
I sell beats to myself for free
They got the Kung Lao kicks that can melt ya teeth (Wapow)
Your criticism isn't helpin' me
Not on a mission for the wealth, 'cause my health is cheap
(And uh, what else? Uh...) My grandmama drives a Skyline
She doin' doeys while I'm sippin' on some fine wine
Bumpin' Bowie in the back, 'cause his flow is fat
Nah, he died, so I'm actin' like I know his tracks
Work a full week but live like I'm unemployed (Yeah)
Searched the whole street like, "Who took the dumpies? Oi"
I'm a grumpy boy, I can't help it
I'm half selfish and I'm sick of this disgustin' noise (Uh)
Ya mum's a toy, I saw her chuckin' throwies
She was wearin' bum bags and some Stussy clothing (Toy)
Turned around like, "Yo, is this Bunsen, homie?"
I proceed to back away (f*ck), something slowly
I think someone owes me, 'cause I'm broke, son
Spat forty bars and I haven't even woke up (Ha)
I'm a joke, huh? I make the kids laugh
And when they do I tell 'em, "Shut up, kiss arse"
I spit fast, trust me this a slow track
I'm gettin' lazy, 'cause everyone else is so wack
Catch me with my notepad writin' sh*tty ghost raps
Sellin' them to cats so in comparison I'm dope as
'Cause I'm dope as