[Verse 1] Well let me introduce myself my name is BiG HEATH I’m not your average gang rapper making quick cheese I’m on legit schemes trying to flip my big dreans And Jacamo’s the only brand that seems to fit me This shit G I’m feeling alone I thought this was the rap game, it feels like a clone I see too many rappers on that read off their phone So bitch listen to your lyrics ‘fore you come on this show Man I’m real to the bone, I can’t say this any clearer But Charlie when I look at you it’s like looking in the mirror Like two fly fat guys looking for some damn fries Fire in the booth I feel like I’ve been baptized I waited 10 years for this and this is no lie I wrote a bucket list of things and this is number 5 I won't stop ‘til I drop I love the grind And number 5 was to own a Subway franchise But that’s how the game goes it’s kinda lame bro Their shit melodies and rapping with the same flows I spray cold I’m surprised the game ain't froze And 7 days a week I lay low for payroll So ay bro you ain't amazing at this You got the most basic flow and it’s basically shit It’s like you robbing all these bladders and you’re taking the piss You ain't raising the bar you ain't even raising your kids You a stand aside rapper, ain't a man of mine rapper You a dress good, shit hook glamorise rapper No fan of mine rapper, couldn’t handle grime rapper Your words move slow and you’re a paralyzed rapper And I ain't kidding though you never hear me fibbing though I used to work a 9-5 to pay for my videos YouTube the vimeo I do this for my city bro Fingers up in every pie the young white Diddy bro You see I’ve always been fascinated by enterprises I’m up and coming just like how the London’s rent is rising I got the best of rhyming I just invest in trying A lot of hard work and yeah I swear the rest is timing But now these brothers all just wanna come and laugh though Cos I’ve never had a gat and let the shit go blast though You shitty little arseholes at least I’m not faking Your boys might sell drugs, my boys take ‘em And I don’t mean to sound cool I grew school around fools Fuck the ground rules I’m even breaking down the down rules Around town my sound rules Fuck you and your clown tools Here to be the King taking everything their crown jewels My whole life I dedicated to rap A born entertainer I just serenade with the track So blatant the fact your track’s blatantly jack The game’s fucked right now like it pays to be whack Now for the sake of the map I’m straight spraying the facts Rappers sleep on the beat like their taking a nap But Charlie tell me who to blame cos the game’s in a trap And like a VAR decision I’m taking it back I never lose I’m a winner in this boss phase Been Slimming World for 10 years and never ever lost weight Only ever lost mates so fuck it man I’m over Well actually I can’t lie I lost my Sky controller But I’m sorry if I seem stressed I don’t think you understand I’m just trying to be best I’ve always had a fucking plan Yeah I’m the fucking man that might seem cocky On Halloween I’ll go to Sweden dressed as A$AP Rocky [Verse 2] Well man I fell in love with hip-hop and I’ma never let this shit stop Masta Ace all the way to fucking Rick Ross And no games you don’t wanna make Chris cross Me and Charlie hit WingStop until the wings stop But pitstop cos I need to breathe I’m running rap like a mouse running to the cheese I’m sick and tired of rappers hiding all behind their beats And in their cyphers the only time I get in beef So please I’m not really on that shooting life But if it’s do-or-die trust me it’ll be you not I I’ll spike your blunt and make you jump from a stupid height Then write a note and make it look like it was suicide Now who am I? I’m the fattest of them all Been rapping since a younger I was rapping back in school I smack it when I’m rapping and I’m overlapping fools The best when under pressure and my back’s against the wall We back Charlie tell me where to begin I’ve been fat for so long I’m probably scared to be thin And where are my kins? All shoutin’ lose weight! But like a couple of copies man trust I think it’s too late My whole life man I’ve repped it different Lord knows I wanted was some recognition Please just listen ‘fore Biggie busts his load Girls say I look cute, “I love his chode” But I rub their throat ‘til their husband’s home I got all my nerds saying we don’t love these hoes Flip my phone when I bone I don’t trust these phones But the truth is I don’t really fuck these hoes I’m still a virgin and man I’m learning And last week I had a bad bitch twerking We was flirting, oh I was certain! Oh she’s a stripper and she was only working?! I get nervous and then I start stammering Love a BBW I always dibble dabble in Trying to find a chick so I can’t start the hammering Trying to find my dick, better luck finding Madeline And Instagram chicks really getting bored of ‘em Gotten to the point I just start ignoring ‘em I talk numbers always end up boring ‘em Why my sexual fantasy’s fucking Carole Vorderman And Big bad Heath we ain’t talking gun crime I could beat your whole catalog with like one line My punchlines are dumb fine Fuck you and your bum rhyme Bullies back in lunchtime, brother this is crunch time! And I’m a heavy don arrogant and never wrong Let alone a boner I’m just trying to get a semi-on The game’s full of bitches all they need is femidom Charlie man I clocked you can’t please everyone I built a brand from the bottom with no name You should hear my Nan she’s playing her bowls games “He’s working hard, he wants the whole game! And one day Derek I’m sure he’ll have gold chains” And being down to Earth’s the only way I had to be All the glitz and glammer is nothing like my family But tragically I’ve always been a cunt bro I say it’s fine for stage fright then boo him at the front row I paint a picture more vivid than Spike Lee Married to the game I went on my right knee Brothers they spike me ‘cos they can’t outwrite me Course you don’t like HEATH, you are not like me Of course I go sick I’m born for this shit It’s no doubt I had to get Diztortion on this The most normal of kids I want four different whips I want a Stella in my hand a portion of chips [Verse 3] Let me be clear half of these artists are just damn lame They sell their sole the moment they find some fan-fame I’m here to bring a little humour the rap game So in the comments tell me if it’s plantin or plantain This year I tried for jolla the first time I can’t lie I must admit the shit was quite nice At first I thought it was just a portion of rice But with a little spice, mm that’s darn nice Right you know I’m flowing it cold And lord knows I’m getting bored of mum’s toad in the hole You need some spice mum, I’m being nice mum I’m not racist but you’re really too white mum See what’s logic if it isn’t backed with reasoning But mum please stop cooking chicken with no seasoning I swear the game’s changed the game’s past treason These rappers let down like Game of Throne’s last season And I’m sick and tired of rappers feeling like I’ve got something to prove Cos I’m not a big trapper just in love with the booth Cos you don’t know about those nights I was stuck in my room To get away from all the bullies it was something to prove And yes I am overweight but I can stomach the truth And you ain't gotta sell drugs to be a hustler dude I coulda had a good job I got something to lose So don’t you ever dare question or judge what I do It’s nothing but truth I hope you’re getting the message I’m from a different walk of life it’s no lesser a lesson But you acting big ‘cos you know Dennis the Menace I can’t relate to all that shit, I play tennis with Dennis And I was gonna rap some drill Charlie I swear I nearly bought a mask I decided I’d be Peter Pan but in the end I thought I’d pass I can’t run from feds, you never see me walking fast Still I’m up in Nando’s putting Fanta in the water glass And real shit I don’t do this for the clout no These bad thoughts just the way I let them out bro And if you need help please then please shout bro One love to Charlie and the team I’m out though
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