A Little Insight - JME

Bruv, I heard your single, it was lame

You need to go and seek some advice

I’m original, you are the same

But take out the ORI

Boy Better Know, in this scene

We are the sprayers, we are the kings

You really want to sound mean

But you’re just saying bare tings

Nobody cares what you say on the mic

It takes me an hour to pick out a word

Dem way dere, I ain’t gonna lie

Listening to you is like doing a bird

It’s all too much, it hurts my head

More time, I just blank it out

It’s kinda unfair to get

A big lecture from an Air Cadet

Man like you will never get

Nowhere, trust me, yeah, forget

Music, bruv, you’re an airbag

Air on toast, you’re an air baguette

Don’t you get it?

You’re so airy

No wonder you got Nike Air creps

You’re air kebab, air when I’m here

I don’t wanna hear your air in my ear

I would love to be a badman

But I ain’t got time

Bruv, I’m in the studio like eight hours a day

So I ain’t got no time to play

Like I said, I ain’t got time

I’m hustling my mixtape grind

There’s only 24 hours a day

I sleep eight of them hours away

From 3 to 11, I’m sleeping

From 12 till 1, eating

Unless I’ve got uni

If not then these are the targets I’m meeting

From 1 till 5

Chasing up my dough, trust, it’s not the lick

Record shops, distributors, blud

Them goons ain’t paying up shit

Studio from 6 till 2

You know this shit’s all true

I stay at studio longer

When I’m closer to the date my mixtape’s due

But there’s still some guys in the scene

Who believe that they’ve got the right

To phone my phone and ask me

For tunes at all times of the night