Enough With the Banter

Too Much Nice
I only go hard son
Ace everything, no cards son
Got the typa heat that bombards em
Eyes twinkle, I'm a star son
I'm destined for stardom
You need me like carbon
Excuse me, sorry, pardon
Speak up fam, you too far son
Okay real talk, come quick
Before I start this, just know one thing
Fuck what you think, I was born to win
I and els, they make me sick
Process the line, then pass judgement
This throne need some adjusting
My ego too big, no way it'll fit
My head big too, so the crown won't stick
WOOOOOO
Okay Enough With The Banter
Pray so much you'd think I'm a pastor
Run faster, yes overlap 'em
Name on the walls, you can call me the mandem
Don't get it twisted
Hail from Malawi not Britain
Bars handwritten, super flow
Should I be the hero or the villian
Admit it, you feeling it
Won't stop till I own the dealership
Incarcerated for killing it
Impressed by my penmanship
I KNOW I KNOW, that's the goal
Have you memorising all my quotes
Drop shit so cleeeeeeaaaaan, y'all be using it as soap
WOAH
Quit female dogging bruh, stop it, y'alls is bitches
I hear too much talking bruh, we get it, you ambitious
Do more Lawendowski bruh, cause all I see are misses
You rocking Abercrombie, man that's more rags than riches
OKAY
Allow me to put my country on the map
Allow me to represent Malawi as I rap
That is the dream
With the right team I'ma get it by any means
All I can hope is that God intervenes
If I start to fall in love with devilish themes
Too Much Nice
I only go hard son
Ace everything, no cards son
Got the typa heat that bombards em
Eyes twinkle, I'm a star son
I'm destined for stardom
You need me like carbon
Excuse me, sorry, pardon
Speak up fam, you too far son