Jim Monro Tears Up a Freshly Groomed Dyfi Bikepark

S.W.S.S.H.I. A'ight Four racks on the far fetch But on the daily it's trap style my bet Few bills on the train and tracks it Lookin' like a footballer who ain't start yet Bro just got the white ass You gotta roll backwards when you spark that Bring scrams to the venue So we gotta face outwards when we park that Rollin' with my young moonlies Scraped off the whack It ain't even a day though You know the hussies don't die And if they go jail Then they still on the payroll Hash browns with the egg rolls Little bit of onions Holes in the mayo Small sauce no hashtag Jewelry get the cash Qiqi get the yayo And in my city I'm an emperor Cap on your tutty Head of a legion Top dragon in my dungeon If they ain't bendin' Then he done is treason I brought spice to the GB Before I came round They ain't have no season I gave calls to the rebels Before I came round They ain't have no reasons I was logan in the jungle Then I woke up one day And I was Tarzan Out with the bats On the dark one Come out with the dagger And the scepter and armor Temple Picking up my cells to the gardens Niggas in my air Just talking jargon Rubbish On my way to healthcare With a sharp one I was on the phone With the girls on the clock While I'm racing Stepped out on my Reeboks Had to do the Yeezy and Jordan Restock I ain't right And I ain't money It makes sense If you know where I came from