Point To Prove (interlude) Lyrics

(Sheesh)

Woah!

God damn

I'm still the 1, I am not them

Hashtag bars, I'm a problem

Hop on a track and I drop gems (Ha)

God damn

I been on Twitter like, 'God when?'

I just wanna chart on the Top 10

If Rap don't pop, I'm going Pop then

I'll sell out (Bet)

Book the O2, then sell out (Bet)

Fire, might just bring hell out (Bet)

Me and broke, we dun fell out

Yeah I'm moving on

Look all the haters I'm proving wrong

Look at the progression in my newest songs

And nuff gyal man ah link, man the queue is long

And I'm switching flows, Kitchen's closed

I been servin' punches, vicious rows (Ahh)

Stank face, all my features gross

And I connect lines like I'm stitching clothes

(Woah)

Always on the go, bet I'm coming with it

If I ain't got it on me then ma homie with it

If we talking power then I'm Tommy with it

If we talking cadence, I go dummy with it (Ahh)

You can't rap like this

Who you ever heard on a track like this?

Who you ever heard spit facts like this?