Cassius Clay (Intro) Lyrics

South of the water, where the yutes are far from chatty

Trying not to be charged like a battery, from the backseat make it beat like Shakti

Likkle mans got dreams but did mazeen his mentality's too angry

Another young black boy from the hood tryna rap when covered in beef like a patty

Another young black boy from the hood that's out here risking it all for the paper

Gordon Ramsey might chef up a hater

Him too fass like Shelly-Ann Fraiser

On campaigns for the white like Reagan

Had no clue his boy was a paigon

Now he's giving out information

Singing like Beyoncé at the station

I guess it is what it is

Do it all for the bros like Warner

Everybody wanna talk about drip

I'm just tryna keep my head above water

I'm out of patience and I'm pissed

Like boss man messed up my order

Cos' I've been through the storm and it's torture

Getting knocked down gotta stand up taller

Black and brave, cold like Jermaine I'm changing my ways

Anger, pain, up late night having fights with my brain

Sometimes I feel like a doctor, tryna use my pain to get paid

Cassius Clay, tryna be great at the end of the day