Little Simz - Intervention lyrics
Little Simz [Simbiatu "Simbi" Abisola Abiola Ajikawo] Islington, London, England 🇬🇧
[Little Simz - Intervention lyrics]
How you feelin’
How you feelin’ how you feelin’
Listen when I’m talking bitch you
Know that I’m the realest how you feelin’
Must be higher than the ceiling
Fly from state to state country to
Country I don’t need a reason how you feelin
Simz you kill them you’re the meanest
I put the whole scene to shame
I’m only twenty how you feelin
How you feelin prolly duck ‘em if I see ‘em
You should write your verse again
You didn’t come hard enough I
Mean it it's appalling
You’re appalling they’re appalling
Might just book my ticket now and
Be in China by the morning i been touring
I rap like this because I can
You should take me as I am
Bitch, you know that I’m the man
Yeah I said it
Now the game is shady I’ll be weary
Beg you try your hardest not to scare me
Swear I’ll kill off all these
Emcees don’t you dare me
Bitch don’t you dare me
Now, I'm insane in the membrane
Don’t say you’ve improved
Nigga your shit’s always been lame
You know I'm a cheeky motherfucker
I say to the olders
"Maybe you’ll be this good when
You get to this age"
Bet you would, yeah nigga yeah bet you should
Bow down I’m a king hearin’
Me now deliver the crown
And I got, a good heart I’m an innocent child
But don’t get me mad i got a temper on me
I don’t play that homie shit all eyes on me
Wait, why? Cos I ain't, fuckin with Youuuu!
Go to from a hundred straight from zero
I ain’t tryna be a role model but
The game it needs a hero i’m that hero
Space is the only thing that we know
Everybody’s spiritual everybody’s
Soul's legal fuck outta here with that shit
Ohhh, how ya feelin
How ya feelin how ya feelin
Now you’re wearin’ baseball caps
Don’t let me see that grade I
Mean it yeah they teefin'
Must be looking for a beating
No I ain't the violent type but swear these
Words will leave you bleeding or rotting
Oh if you’re smart you
Wouldn’t get me started
No, don’t compare me to no other artist
Love the pounds? Put your money
Where your heart is
Yet pay regardless, shit I must be a target
I must be a target, I must be a target
Came in the game killin’ niggas off head top
Getting’ warmed up you haven’t got
The best of me yet
I’m a young God in the flesh
I’m too young to be stressed
Heads turn round like the possessed
Weed, cars
Rappers are showing me no progress
Step to me and they know best
I ain't going nowhere they can protest
(Bitch)
How you feelin’ how you feelin’
Listen when I’m talking bitch you
Know that I’m the realest how you feelin’
Must be higher than the ceiling
Fly from state to state country to
Country I don’t need a reason how you feelin
Simz you kill them you’re the meanest
I put the whole scene to shame
I’m only twenty how you feelin
How you feelin prolly duck ‘em if I see ‘em
You should write your verse again
You didn’t come hard enough I
Mean it it's appalling
You’re appalling they’re appalling
Might just book my ticket now and
Be in China by the morning i been touring
I rap like this because I can
You should take me as I am
Bitch, you know that I’m the man
Yeah I said it
Now the game is shady I’ll be weary
Beg you try your hardest not to scare me
Swear I’ll kill off all these
Emcees don’t you dare me
Bitch don’t you dare me
Now, I'm insane in the membrane
Don’t say you’ve improved
Nigga your shit’s always been lame
You know I'm a cheeky motherfucker
I say to the olders
"Maybe you’ll be this good when
You get to this age"
Bet you would, yeah nigga yeah bet you should
Bow down I’m a king hearin’
Me now deliver the crown
And I got, a good heart I’m an innocent child
But don’t get me mad i got a temper on me
I don’t play that homie shit all eyes on me
Wait, why? Cos I ain't, fuckin with Youuuu!
Go to from a hundred straight from zero
I ain’t tryna be a role model but
The game it needs a hero i’m that hero
Space is the only thing that we know
Everybody’s spiritual everybody’s
Soul's legal fuck outta here with that shit
Ohhh, how ya feelin
How ya feelin how ya feelin
Now you’re wearin’ baseball caps
Don’t let me see that grade I
Mean it yeah they teefin'
Must be looking for a beating
No I ain't the violent type but swear these
Words will leave you bleeding or rotting
Oh if you’re smart you
Wouldn’t get me started
No, don’t compare me to no other artist
Love the pounds? Put your money
Where your heart is
Yet pay regardless, shit I must be a target
I must be a target, I must be a target
Came in the game killin’ niggas off head top
Getting’ warmed up you haven’t got
The best of me yet
I’m a young God in the flesh
I’m too young to be stressed
Heads turn round like the possessed
Weed, cars
Rappers are showing me no progress
Step to me and they know best
I ain't going nowhere they can protest
(Bitch)