Handsome

Ayy, yo, it's Heavy Papa AKA Heavy Duty, don't hide the beauty Representing Kanka always Top militarian, the Jamba boys The goal is to touch your soul Everywhere I go, I make it warm I would never inform, but I'm fully on form I'll bring the fire, Stormzy bring the storm Yeah, flavour Flavour [Verse 1] First things first, I'm a real G (Word) How's a tweet on Twitter gonna kill me? (How?) If I ain't the G.O.A.T., then I will be (True) They know this, so they seven figure deal me, oh, do you feel me? Facts why I'm still on (Yeah) And I still got racks for my real don (Boy) And we used to bang your shit Now your album, it's just something that we built on I look around and there ain't no love now Scream "Fuck them all," I'm on crud now Wanna call me bro like we're blood now Word to Capo Lee, it's all mad now, like I still stir on a brudda while you're there with your bros (Yeah) In the big boy satin, make you tear for your clothes (Yeah) See the fear in your eyes, man are scared of the flow (Yeah) Still man of the year five years in a row, I Still don't do police Cah they act like they care when they do the least, and Every time I drop a new release Gyally pull up to my door like I'm Uber Eats, I flex I let the fool boy do the deets When I'm tourin', I do the streets It's all calm 'til you're caught on a rope for your stupid tweets And then you act like you're new to beef I thought I told you [Chorus] Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson [Verse 2] It's like I'm young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Peng tings wanna hold me at ransom I go booth and make an anthem I just drop the heat and do tour From Amsterdam to New York You won't bust your gun, you a dork Go suck your mum through a straw 'Ight, calm down, don't get defensive Oh, this flow is so expensive I can't let you niggas rent this They shall try and reinvent this They shall try and they will fail All my G's, they buy and sell Rude boy, I should be in jail For these riddims that I push through my clientele Alright, look, I'm young, black, fly, and cool Think that's how I got by in school Man get books, start buyin' jewels Them man get shook, start buyin' tools Oh, man, you bunch of lyin' fools Rude boy, diss me if you dare Then she whispered in my ear Said, "Gunshot Mike, we've missed you bare" It's like I'm [Chorus] Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson Young, black, fly, and handsome Burn down the rave like I'm Rachael Anson