Pounded Yam - Jammer

Year of the real, not year of the fake

Man’s on road, don’t care for the Jakes

My G’s got it there on the waist

In a dance, I don’t wanna rave

I came for the pape’s

Man’s not here on a wave

Tryna see a little bit of sea with the side

Yeah that’s a whole lot of cake

Tryna eat like the kid in school with the fat face

Ain’t got tatts on my face

Man try violate then that’s slap to the face

Give man beats like Logic

Then give man a little mixdown in QBase

Don’t care for the screw-face

Man will go loops on base

Man’s in the jungle, man don’t wanna catch case

Run to the drum and bass

Run to the yard and jam

Headtop spread like jam

Man will get pounded yam

Me and my niggas tryna eat

Man’s tryna yam, yam, yam

Don’t want pics for the 'Gram

Man’s not the Eiffel Tower

And man’s not a cafe in 'Dam

So don’t try and stand with man

And don’t try and SnapChat man

Cah man might slap-jack man

And spin man’s grill

Wasteman like a bin man still

I always win, I will

Man’s gone sick, better bring my pill

Bare fake niggas screaming 'Keep it trill!'

Tune get jacked like Jill

MC’s that sign on still can’t get a deal

I’m like 'How do you feel?'

Home and away, my team we win 1−0

Come to the sets, shell a man in the grill

Boy Better Know like Skeppy and Will

Sixteen bars scar man like

Clashing me won’t get you a house on the hill