Exhibit T

[Intro]
Yeah
Let's get it
Hail up Soloman
Exhibit T
Let's go

[Verse]
When I heard this, I was like "it's mental"
Two minutes later, look in my DM
What do I see? Instrumental
Man ah spit wisdom, no dental
These man are five man deep in a rental
I'm at home with the wifey
Stuffing my face with a three-course meal, oriental
Air Force Ones on my feet, they're menthol
Wifey's got a long neck for a reason
Willy in throat, man, I call that neckle
Man ah spin MCs round like a pedal
You man are eating crust for the medal
Ain't got a penny to your name, not a shekel
I don't wanna hear no talk about boss
Been doing this ting for about ten years
But still these likkle man ain't on my level
I'm around so much heat like devil
Heavy like rock on the mountain
These man are washed up on the seaside like pebbles
So much bass in my voice, no treble
Come too close, get sting like nettle
Left in the east end, dead, Ethel
Split from your brother, Gary Neville
Likkle boy, better take time and sekkle
Listen, I'm speaking
I don't wanna see no sleeping
Hear that bass, kick, snare
Now my vocals creep in
Tell that MC get out the room
All my bars, he's teefing
Losers lose, keepers keep
So all this money, I'm keeping