People wanna chat about the road life (10)
They wanna get felt up with a cold knife (10)
If I get that mic you know I’ll hold tight (10)
From now on this man knows it’s showtime (9)
You man see rags but I see a goldmine (10)
You man are dead, don’t care if you sold white (10)
I be spitting these lyrics at the roadside
Catch a bus and take a trip down the coastline
And Haasan never cared about a mans beef ting
Rather be talking to one of those sweet tings
Don’t be fooled she’s secretly scheming
How to get me so she can see me sleeping
Damn yeah and my garms aren’t Gucci
Them man are taking the mickey like goofy
I’ll chop man up and eat em like sushi
I don’t care about your life I’ll end your movie
I don’t have any need for a chorus
Because those hooks just bore us
I spit these lyrics
yeah Its flawless
Trust me Haasan comes with the rawness
