[Pre-Hook: Blay]
Piff
Every tune I write is potent piff
Every tune I've heard of yours is shit
Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib
I can have man flying in the sky for a drib
These mandem don't care where you live
Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits
That guy there was far from a Sith
We can all tell you're a pagan myth

[Hook: Blay]
When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth
When I wrote your name on Google, myth
When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth
When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth
When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth
When I see your name in public, myth
Wait, is my man taking the piss?
About you rep grime, you're a blatant myth

[Verse 1: Blay]
I don't know these niggas
Matter of fact, check my iPhone registry
You will see I don't phone these niggas
Everybody wants P but
Nobody wants to put work in and grow these figures
I went back to the lab with nuttin' but piff and vision
Man didn't listen, I will spin MCs
Till man's sit-down pissing
Vision could never be who you are dissing
Fuck that, I ain't coming back with a backpack
On my back, slap everyone in your snapbacks
One box, leave him on the floor with a bad back
Everybody's rough till the yard gets ransacked
Got niggas that I couldn't even ask for
Have the whole rave swimming on the dancefloor
These man don't know about potent piff
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