Random (Remix) G.R.4.Y (UK)

[Verse 1:]

You got Knottin on me prick, diss ain't Random
God musta been one handsome bastard
Cus I been lookin in the mirror, like "damn, am it"
Think I was born for the glam, glitz
Boutta put Runny on the map with a damn blitz, like the fam biz
You didn't get that, how tragic (like my life - but you already knew dat kid)
But, amma change dah, won't happen Random
Didn't know been puttin hours in the background
While ye laughin with those twats, actin like ye put man ground
Man down, but am back runnin up the sound now
So, get them racks out
Send the 'Cashcow'
Am the fuckin goldmine with the golden arch
But, won't let no M tear man apart
I just flipped that to a win, dickhead, and wha?

[Verse 2:]

Now every ting calculated, hits aren't Random
Aim that where ye consciеnce lackin, get to bangin on all you bastards rubber band snappin'

Drum a gang, casual
Corn just ran, town knеw
Gun em down and you
Thunder sound, yeah am strikin from the cloud - Zeus