Battle Bars Twelvty Seven

I come hard like
Life on a dollar
You the type
To fit your mum with a dog collar
Sell her for small change.
I hate that, getting fronted
By cat's with small brains.

Quite simple. Me
I ain't gully, I'm not ghetto

Sharp and elevating
Like the heels of a stilletto

Serious mind
Can you see me?
The type to watch static chessboards
Like most watch TV

You'll never make it on telly
You the type take your little sister
And sell her to R.Kelly.