| I’m that diamond in the dirt |
| Skatty, scummy, also dirty |
| That’s why I get called Yung Durt |
| From I was a yout man I done nuff dirt |
| But now I’m older trying to find worth |
| Was looking like star of the morning from birth |
| Man are fucking with mad spirits coming like turps |
| I was one of the first to emerge |
| I came with an energy surge and got the job murked |
| You don’t wanna test that’s worse |
| Get yourself slumped and purged |
| You’ll be looking all hurt |
| I went to the mountain to search |
| When I came back man say I was cursed |
| Ain’t telling me nothing that I didn’t know first |
| It’s only funerals if I go church |
| I’ve been on the low key trying to lurk |
| But it’s hard not getting spotted when you do murk |
| That’s the same reason that they girls wanna twerk |
| Rough sex when I’m in involved that hurts |
| My names Snowy and I do love girls |
| Man have lust girls, fucked girls never sucked girls |
| Don’t care if the pussy hangs like a wizards sleeve |
| Fuck it, still go in like Merl |
| I’m gonna be one of the best on the earth |
| I said I’d be big by end of the term |
| Risky Roadz whatsapped me told me his Grandma rates me |
| And I was like word |
| Now my name’s spreading around like germ |
| From lamp post to lamp post and curb to curb |
| If it ain’t bout snowy how can I care |
| Tell them other boys better put in some work |
| (Verse 2:) |
| Matter of fact, yo, you better write up plans |
| Like say I haven’t already wrote drafts |
| Can’t tell me bout ps when you’re looking all brass |
| Can’t pull the wool over my eyes that fast |
| I’ve been here figuring out bare maths |
| I’ve been putting in working like arts and crafts |
| Look in my face in a whole a new person |
| It’s coming like manna man have done skin grafts |
| I’m telling everybody face them facts |
| If I can’t make it nobody can |
| Couple of my bros dem flip them packs |
| But I’m tryna make sure they don’t fall through the cracks |
| I’m out for the pie like circle graphs |
| I’m not stop go not stuck in traff |
| When I eat food eat food with the crew |
| And dem man dere drink from my glass |
| Check out the stats I’ve been murking tracks |
| Since a young lad 2000 and way back |
| Can’t lie Back then I was a baz |
| I’m talking glasses like jam jar backs |
| But even back then I was getting gash |
| Hunt for the pumps had me getting in paps |
| Now I’m getting ran down by girls on the map |
| The same type of girls that woulda called man chavs |
| Now I got models on my case I’m gassed |
| Got man doing that bogle dance |
| These man are rah not in my class |
| It’s like windows 95 verses a mac |
| I’m a new gen farda, a new gen dad |
| Lucky your verses don’t get taxed |
| Man asked me why you don’t see me with them boy |
| Bottom line is that them man are twats |