Hey, just a quick thing, and something
That I was just thinking about

Yeah, tell the judge to suck his mum,
I never swore an oath (I never)
Sold the Rolls and sold the Lambo,
Yeah, I sold them both (I did)
A band's light,
You should've seen me in a stolen Golf (Skrrt)
I'm protected by the Holy Ghost (Boy)
I'm chivalrous, I kick it down
And then I hold the door (Boy)
Saint Nicholas couldn't have
Built himself a code of court (Nah)
If I need the money, I just go on tour
Deuteronomy 3:22, this is my holy war
The only person I follow is the Messiah (The Messiah)
The only heir to my throne is King Josiah (King Josiah)
The only face that my answer is to Aniah
I'm God's son, you shoulda listened to Jeremiah
Ooh, you shoulda listened to me
I'm not a hitman, I pull the trigger for free
All fours down, see how I hid in debris
Still tryna figure the fee, who done it bigger than me?
Who done it better than Mike?
You little bitch nigga, don't make me get on my bike
I fly around there like the weather was nice
Factory set but it's better with ice
Nah, don't let me f up the—
I heard they wanna hang me out to dry for a nugget meal
The world may never love your boy again but my mother will
On and off the— this must be how my luggage feel
I've done Vogue but mostly I cover bills, tsh
Mostly, I cover cost
I feel to move to Clarendon and do lovers rock
We had it ringing in July like a summer bop
Oi, don't piss my brothers off
Oh, it's effortless, they're askin' about Merky Fest
I should do Kettle Fest, don't come if you're kettle-less
Got niggas talking on me but I live on Everest
Come off my premises, Jehovah's in the details
I'm in the crevices, my niggas is menaces
I pray for my nemesis, the Devil is convincin'
I saw it in Genesis, she said do you miss me
I said that I never miss, I sit and I reminisce

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The world might never love your boy again but my mother will
The world might never love your boy again but my mother will

It's Big Mike, not the likkle
I'm hearing that they got me in a pickle
It hurts but then it tickles
If I had a penny or a nickel
For every time I figured it was fickle
I guess that it's official
Water on my wrist, I let it trickle
They thought I had a hammer and a sickle
My head is on a swivel
I don't know the point in bein' civil
They think I'm Big Mike, I'm more Bivel (Oi)
There's five percent that really feel away,
That makes me feel a way
Don't ever-ever, ever think I'll switch,
That's the least I'll say
I spent thirty on a rock, I guess I'm Tina Fey
And if I made you insecure, then I'm Issa Rae
There it is, everybody's got a clean heart,
Can you swear it is?
Niggas thinking that I lost my soul, I'll show you—

Whoever without sins shall cast the first stone
This year I'm tryna take mum to Carbone, ooh

The world might never love your boy again but my mother will
The world might never love your boy again
But my mother will (Woo)
Bigger rascal, man, you heard? Ayy (This is Croydon 97.8 FM)

Okay, you stab me in my back, you need a better knife (Ooh)
I'm so lit, you'll think that I've been set alight
(Ooh, ooh)
I told the boys I think I met my wife (Huh?)
Baby, if you had my baby, then you're set for life
(Broadcasting live)
She told me do the raw (Raw)
Come around me now, you're lit, this wasn't new before
I think I've got a type, she's like the two before (Yeah)
And I don't mean to brag, but yes, I do perform
It's applaudable
I give you TLC, go chase some waterfalls
They're throwin' flowers now
I did everything, you take a shower now

The world might never love your boy again but my mother will
The world might never love your boy again but my mother will