Fake Fans P Money

[Verse 1:]
I'm fresh out of postcode war, this rebellious sound is a body of work that would chokehold yours
My words could probably stun your best, that's one of my Stone Cold flaws
I get like this when I'm bored, speak to me like this and get bored, with a sword
MCs piss me off, when I make hits they beg for the beats like skets and whores
I've been feeding myself since they cut the umbilical cord
It's crazy peace, that's lyrical law
Every time they lie I get physical more
Probably why last Eskimo Dance I lifted his jaw
I get mad when I see fans applading a fraud
I show and I call your awards
Ain't ready for war? I'm about to go in, you've been warned

[Hook: (x2)]
They say I'm meant to be cool, they think I won't run my mouth
When I start letting it rip, everybody better get down
F that pussyhole man, I don't want a pussyhole fan
Tell 'em I say what I want, however I want, 'cause I can

[Verse 2:]
Can't stand a fake fan
Fuck off with your Gucci bag, and fuck off with your fake tan
Never liked grime, just pretending 'cause it's trending, now you want to smile and shake hands
Skets want a hug, ain't bought my tunes you slut, this hot mail will block your spam
Go ahead, call your man
[?], don't let me fuck this can
Say what I want 'cause I can
Speak to who like, "What? That ain't a fan"
My fans really support me, they'll buy my hat to support me Instead of taking man off my head like tramps
Don't get me amped
Step in this line and get more than clamped
Leave me alone, can't gass me up about purchases brudda, I will check your phone