Belated - Misogi, Danny Seth, Md$

I’m sorry for the way shit’s been kinda fucked up recently

New shit, the British are still coming, you feel me

Perception season, yeah, uh

(Killing it, killing it, The British are Coming)

All these cosigns and you still ain’t popped

Even blow drying won’t make your shit hot

I’m the game’s hidden secret, broke the lock

Now I’m out for the spot

Triangle tatt, I should sign to the (beep)

Whoops, shit, I said a lot

Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot

But when my words are not a loaded Glock

Dislocated shoulder is how I’m about to pop

And I ain’t Elvis, boy but man, I fucking rock

Talking about this rap shit, I got it tied up like a knot

Its a lot, and my city keep checking on me like a watch

But fuck it man, they see me round here

And I know they see me buzzing like I’m Lightyear

Talking about me, man it’s quite clear

I’ve been running though these rappers like some fucking stray deer

When I’m spinning I hope you find me

Cause if you find me you know I’ll be alright

And if you catch me and you dare try me

I’ll hit a (censor) and it won’t be your night

My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut

They gon' hear me

Mud in my cup, If the convo ain’t mula

You cannot get near me, Heard about me there’s a reason

Bitches talk there’s a reason

Yung cavalli season, yung cavalli season

Fuck a cosign, boy, I’m still gon' pop

Like a shaken soda, boy, I’m gon' pop

Never touched the baking soda but I’m bout to be the (beep)

Everybody want to grab me like a crotch

And I ain’t even dropped my hot shit

This the one to make you put me on the «one's to watch list»

A banger for the fucking lost kids

Who never knew what real music sounded like until Perception dropped

It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed

Made a couple bangers in my living room

Forgot about them, like a homo now they coming out the closet

Fuck you talking about if it ain’t this?

Man I’m too cold like my wrists

Asking rapper to retire, man I be the pitch

When you asking who is coming, man it be the Brits

(The British are Coming)