Standout

No days off
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 Yo, I stand out like a black man in Kazakhstan
 From where man get bored at if they ain't have plans
 As that stands, I know the ropes like my backhand
 Ain't tryna sit here chasing ghosts like I'm Pac-Man
 Really from the grassroots of soil
 Yard with the hard, akh had it on the boil
 My shorty act rash, man she spoiled
 I like her 'cause she loyal like Loyle, wrap the nyash up in foil
 We actually royal, you're listening to kings
 Where the haters now? Listen in the wind
 Rappers think they bad because they niggas in the bin
 But they ain't on business, thеy was chicken on the wing
 Liquor to the brim, blunts in thе ashtray
 Mind moving slow, I control, alt and backspace
 Couldn't fuck with me and Loyle on a bad day
 Balled like a cat, man'll stroll through yuh rat race
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 Bun that, telling them I'm grown
 I'ma do it on my own, uh
 I've been heading for the throne
 Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like
 I stand out, like a black man on a hockey pitch
 Treat the rap like I box, way I bop and dip
 Flip, like Motorola, we ain't off a bit
 A lot of fellas fallin' out, we ain't hoppin' ship
 Remember listening to Knucks, just a couple bucks
 Little somethin' for my mums, nothing from my pops
 Rebel bring a little fruit, grab a couple cups
 I used to mix a little juice just to mash it up, trust
 We got to duckin' if they started smoking
 Blunts, yo, I hit it once and I started choking
 Uh, they used to buss it on a younger yute
 Getting embarrassed saying I wouldn't bun their zoot
 Q, bun that, telling them I'm grown
 Running if you ain't coming, I'ma do it on my own, uh
 Fuck rap, I've been heading for the throne
 Make the yutes leave the trap like the kid in Home Alone, like
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 Bun that, telling them I'm grown
 I'ma do it on my own, uh
 I've been heading for the throne
 Trap like the kid in Home Alone, like