MISOGI
Belated
[Intro: Danny Seth]
I'm sorry for the way shit's been kinda fucked up recently
That don't mean shit, the British are still coming, you feel me?
Perception season, yeah, uh

Killing it, killing it, killing it, killing it
The British are coming

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
All these cosigns and you still ain't popped (Ha ha ha)
Even blow drying won't make your shit hot
I'm the game's hidden secret, broke the lock
Now I'm out for the spot (Ah)

Triangle tat, I should sign to the [Beep]
Oops, shit, I said a lot
Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot
But when my words are not a loaded Glock (Grr)

Dislocated shoulder how I'm 'bout to pop (Pop)
And I ain't Elvis, boy but man, I fucking rock (Hah)
Talking about this rap shit, I got it tied up like a knot
It's a lot, and my city keep on checking on me like a watch

But fuck it man, they see me 'round here
And I know they see me buzzin' like I'm fuckin' Lightyear
Talking about me, man it's quite clear
I've been running though these rappers
Like some fucking stray deer, uh
[Hook: MD$]
When I'm spinning, I hope you find me, find me (Find me)
'Cause if you find me, you know I'll be alright, right, right
And if you catch me and you dare try me, try me (Try me)
I'll hit it and it won't be your night, night, night

My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut
They gon' hear me
Mud in my cup, if the convo ain't mula
You cannot get near me

Heard about me, there's a reason
Bitches talk, there's a reason
Yung cavalli season, season
Yung cavalli season

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Fuck a cosign, boy, I'm still gon' pop (Fuck)
Like a shaken soda, boy, I'll go pop
Never touched the baking soda but I'm 'bout to be the [Beep]
Everybody want to grab me like a crotch

And I ain't even dropped my hot shit (Nah)
This the one to make you put me on the "one's to watch" list
A banger for the fucking lost kids
Who never knew what real music sounded like
Until Perception dropped
It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed
Made a couple bangers in my living room
Forgot about them, like a homo
Now they coming out the closet

Fuck you talking about if it ain't this? (This)
Man, I'm too cold like my wrists (Wrists)
Asking rapper to retire, man, I be the pitch
When you asking who is coming, man, it be the Brits

The British are coming