George is:

Fuck your joke raps

I do this for the broke man,

With no plans, no fam ashing a big spliff in a coke can,

I can rap I know that but to have it thrown back,

Like no its whack by these man that haven't ever wrote jack,

Its maddening,

My brains unraveling

But I can't afford to go mad again,

Until the end

Fill cemeteries with my pen,

Raaaah, let's see how well you know me,

Where were you when I was lonely,

All mum and dad were throwing

I was never knowing,

Where the fuck I was ever gojng

Came back now I'm writing these new raps,

Never slew crack never will I claim to

But that don't mean I won't slay you,

I'll erase you when I spray truth,

Its masterful the way I do

 

I Check the booth I walk into has a fire exit,

Coz I know I'll wreck set it ablaze,

Derelict left nothing but graves,

If I get hit.. nothing but a graze,

Hate my shitdont catch my gaze

Spent too long locked in a cage

Remember I didn't see my mum for days,

Stumbling home with blood on her face,

Done with with them days

Now I out that pain down on a page,

Still tryna escape,

I kill tracks when I spill facts

I still act like every bar I get a mill stack,

I'm a whilted man but I've built a plan I hope will bang,

These actors rapping and you stand there like seals and clap,

No wheel that back,

You stand there head up there ass,

I could think of ten dumb bars,

That would embarrass these a&rs,

Yeah they know what sells,

But you won't sell unless you know yourself,

 

I was made to be a rapper,

I can relate to the man that may have faced dark times

And when I start to rhyme,

Something sparks inside of my mind

Like its a fine line between inspiring,

And forcing admiring,

Course I'm not retiring,

I'm 16 with a big dream

To wipe this shit clean,

From my history

Like I wasn't incognito, its that peak,

No matter whats happening, Just know you got me bro, its that deep

I'm always here I attack beats,

Its like the beats Prometheus ,

And I'm the eagle bought to eat from it,

I sink my teeth in it,

I see it rip,

Then its back again,

Sometimes I attack with flames

Charr it till its black and the pain is excru-

Ciating but it Nevers dies that's the main,

Wanna beef then its news ya making,

Always told I was a true Jamaican

With a red stripe and a zoot its tasting

Good

Tell her how you feel you really should,

Oh well it was nearly good

I don't fuck with these yats anymore

Its a fact i get bored