"Culture Clash" lyrics
(feat. Fire!)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
What's happening? Go (Yeah, yeah)
Fire! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)
You dun know (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy (Again and again)
Ayy (Yeah)
I touch that town again and again and locked it down (Locked it down)
Got the heart of a hustler, word to Allah, I'm profit bound (True)
Got a quarter ounce and I flipped it to a thousand pound (Facts)
Got the heart of a lion, lone wolf, I am not no sheep (Nah)
Only the strong survive, kings never target the weak (Nah)
Way too many chatty Patties online, I don't wanna hear them speak
Without that filter face, them gyally ain't on fleek
I might pull up on your bae, make her give me neck in this two-seat
Insomnia trappin', I can hardly go sleep
Like a zombie when I'm trappin', I can hardly go sleep
I could have sold crack to my dad, he's a crackhead, it's not that deep
Bought a rifle with the man dem and it came with a hundred teeth (Grah)
My first rifle was a mad ting and it came with a hundred teeth (Ayy)
Only pack ammo, no ammi (Ayy)
Serving the cats in the ally (Ayy, ayy)
Hammer on my hip, no Bally
Smokin' a pack of that Cali
L.A., I was in the Valley
2010, that's when I bought a strally
Or 2-double-0-9 actually
Should have been in the studio with Ashley
Trappy, hair nappy
Lambeth feds couldn't catch me (Woo, woo)
Local po-po wasn't happy
I got baddies from Sweden to Hackney
No FB, no Snappy
No IG, don't at me
Spanish gyal call me papi
Fuego, my flow caliente
Fire!, Fendi
No designer, I'm still trendy
Ayy, yeah, you dun know (Yeah), you feel me? (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah (Ayy), yeah
I got like 50K on me
I seen the devil, that dawned on me
This big K had to spray for me
I seen shit that you can't believe
Had a whole city wan' pray for me
Think I be cute when I lay on beats
Your girlfriend wanna lay with me
Freestyle, but it ain't free to me
Wanna get high? Take two of these
Coupe with the doors, goin' suicide, make a nigga feel like it's do or die
Uh, it's the battle of the real, I'm the baddest man, so it can't be you and I
Shoot out the whip, walk up the rest (Uh-huh)
I think I saw him up at Merky Fest' (Uh-huh)
I changed my life from a thirty pence
Fucking lil' girls? Dirty sket (Ugh)
Rock it, rock it (Rock it)
Mosh pit, mosh pit (Mosh pit)
Man dem, it's over, the clock tick
Free Walkdown, shit is nonsense
I saw gang hit a backflip
I got a Porsche, then I crashed it
Party with da fam, we active
Blrrp, blrrp, then I dashed it
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
What's happening? Go (Yeah, yeah)
Fire! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)
You dun know (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy (Again and again)
Ayy (Yeah)
I touch that town again and again and locked it down (Locked it down)
Got the heart of a hustler, word to Allah, I'm profit bound (True)
Got a quarter ounce and I flipped it to a thousand pound (Facts)
Got the heart of a lion, lone wolf, I am not no sheep (Nah)
Only the strong survive, kings never target the weak (Nah)
Way too many chatty Patties online, I don't wanna hear them speak
Without that filter face, them gyally ain't on fleek
I might pull up on your bae, make her give me neck in this two-seat
Insomnia trappin', I can hardly go sleep
Like a zombie when I'm trappin', I can hardly go sleep
I could have sold crack to my dad, he's a crackhead, it's not that deep
Bought a rifle with the man dem and it came with a hundred teeth (Grah)
My first rifle was a mad ting and it came with a hundred teeth (Ayy)
Only pack ammo, no ammi (Ayy)
Serving the cats in the ally (Ayy, ayy)
Hammer on my hip, no Bally
Smokin' a pack of that Cali
L.A., I was in the Valley
2010, that's when I bought a strally
Or 2-double-0-9 actually
Should have been in the studio with Ashley
Trappy, hair nappy
Lambeth feds couldn't catch me (Woo, woo)
Local po-po wasn't happy
I got baddies from Sweden to Hackney
No FB, no Snappy
No IG, don't at me
Spanish gyal call me papi
Fuego, my flow caliente
Fire!, Fendi
No designer, I'm still trendy
Ayy, yeah, you dun know (Yeah), you feel me? (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah (Ayy), yeah
I got like 50K on me
I seen the devil, that dawned on me
This big K had to spray for me
I seen shit that you can't believe
Had a whole city wan' pray for me
Think I be cute when I lay on beats
Your girlfriend wanna lay with me
Freestyle, but it ain't free to me
Wanna get high? Take two of these
Coupe with the doors, goin' suicide, make a nigga feel like it's do or die
Uh, it's the battle of the real, I'm the baddest man, so it can't be you and I
Shoot out the whip, walk up the rest (Uh-huh)
I think I saw him up at Merky Fest' (Uh-huh)
I changed my life from a thirty pence
Fucking lil' girls? Dirty sket (Ugh)
Rock it, rock it (Rock it)
Mosh pit, mosh pit (Mosh pit)
Man dem, it's over, the clock tick
Free Walkdown, shit is nonsense
I saw gang hit a backflip
I got a Porsche, then I crashed it
Party with da fam, we active
Blrrp, blrrp, then I dashed it
Writer(s): Mario Loving, D Anthony Carlos, Blaize Brooks
