[Intro: Big D & (Chase Sean)
The grind for now
(This your man Big D, we back in this
Motherfucker, Chase Sean, Dorset)
The grind for now
(We in the motherfuckin' building)
That dude talk a lot but rap from an indoor spot, DJ's keep 'em hot
Lyrically, magazines give him some sort of identity
New rookies enter the game and the arena, labels buy 'em fame
Spend three point five bill' on they publicity
Somebody that can't flow with a long face
And a nose under a Kangol like Pinocchio
First, you sound like a chicken, rap retarded
I hear everything you say, I think it's boo-tay
A '69 buffet
Yo Jodie, your protégé, no class figure
You check, with no ass, nigga, you talk a lot
So what, your cash has gotten bigger
You the vocal booth killer, the streets think you iller
Character from children television, I see you with hella vision
Aww
Break it down, break it down, break it down, break it down
My style inner, outer, I know I'm the super spitter
Knight Rider, lyrical miracle, status the baddest
Underrate your statement for easy
My style come greasy, for sheezy
From Euro to Paris, Spain to Barcelona
The untold, the UK owner
Get on your conference, your girl get on the phone
With two tons of fun with two tons of gun
Believe it, I'mma stop, smack and stun
Pace the floors, the lyrical man erasin' yours
You a ace indoors
Between me and you, it's no space and floors
Aww
Hi men who say they are men of high
Hi men who say they are men of high
Hi men who say they are men of high
Hi men who say they are men of high
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