I must be a loser because i stick to truth
But these other rappers chatting shit just listen out for the proof
I keep the words i speak unique the only time i lie
Is when i go to sleep the rest of you can only dream of what i do
The new me's overdue no more sharing the same old tunes
No more soppy songs there gone i'm done and still its me not you
They criticize but lie and then they question why like their surprised
Like how do i get this a reaction every time that i step in the booth
Let me introduce to you what would happen
If you just carried on rapping instead laughing and gassing
I just do this for reaction a vocal caption instead snapping pics
I'm making hits to prove to pricks that i'm grafting
Imagine the satisfaction i get from attracting skets
Who try to pass me debt like yeah id forget your transactions
Don't ever try to come between her and i to try
And multiply your cash supply like id be quick to buy you your fashion
Now if a loser is a dude who's making moves off ever tune
Then i'm the definition of what a loser can really do
I'm confused because if you do what i do inside the booth
Then you'd be liked by every group and everyone would think your huge
But when i produce the truth they all assume
I don't need views when i ask them for support all i get is an excuse
I get played in New Zealand, Sweden, Poland and Peru
That's only 4 places off the list of growing tunes
I'm showing you the best of me, the stress it seems to let me speak
Still bigger and better than any competitor always ahead of the rest with these
I'm blessed to be a threat to these rappers who think they rep the scene
But when it comes to help the scene they vanish they all fled the scene
These actors need a BAFTA for the fiction that they capture
Different actions on a camera to a life that really matters
People talking like their pastors other rappers think their Rasta's
Cause they eat Jamaican dishes when we question they don't answer