Fight Night (ref. 17.05.24) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Writing this after I won my third Fight Night
Pricks still trying to tell me how to Fight Right
Stay p*ssed, Top 3 in the world no respite
p*ss me off and you’ll be seeing dead lights

Yeah it’s on, I don’t got a problem with a big head
I got one myself, but I’m trying to shear it like Ed
I cut off my old Opps, I ain’t talking Peaky Blinders
But I got a Tommy, and this road was full of drivers (hahah)

But what I can’t stand are pricks who diss me
Mocking the way I fight, you’re making me p*ssed G
I got 11 issues to face, and you pricks aren’t one
Just killed two of my Opps, so now it’s 9 over 1-1

Ah, kamikaze the game like a Suicide Pact
Man f*ck [], I’m all fire like Mike Jack
I’ll fight that, f*ck all these pricks you’re a light snack
Like Ashton’s diet after eating a tri-Mac (oooh!)

I got 11 issues to face, and I don’t give a f*ck
f*ck [], f*ck [], you’re all dead and dug
I’ll hit you with a hammer like the Chainsaw Massacre
Bars so well aged you’ll need a flux capacitor
I don’t care about views, I got a million on Astley
f*ck [] and [], you pricks moving Lanky
Your ex talking sh*t, bet you know what I found out?
Doing pot, smoking []’s, bet I’ll still beat you in a gun war

I got a new SM from France, motherf*cker pay me the Advance
Still owe me money, I don’t give a f*ck if it’s funny
But I got a few issues, some secrets I can’t tell
You man obsessed with the little things like Gargamel

I see the bigger picture, f*ck text and scriptures
f*ck lyrics and mics, I don’t give respite
I just won my third fightnight, b*tch I’m on top
So test me, die