Over the Moon

Over the moon, over the moon, President T is over the moon
One likkle bar, over your tune
Nobody sending? Must be immune
No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon
Keep on defending, must be a goon
This time next year, man’s gonna be a tycoon
They said they’d make it rain, when I come around, there’s a monsoon
Can’t see a crossbow, never had a Ruger, run man down, call me a Cougar
Jumped in the Addison Lee, buss two shots at your Uber
«Prez, have you been stabbed in the back?»
All for a pack, you will get stabbed in the trap
Went down the stairs, went down the stairs
Commit the crime, five for the strap, three for the squares
Send me the biscuit, you will need window repairs
When this 6ft black man stares, open your eyelids, brush out your ears
Euro car parts without the spares (go, go, go, go…)
Nobody compares, all of my gang 'dem are holders, nobody’s got shares
Nah, call me a wise guy
Man want to climb but they won’t rise hype
Woah, it’s a Presidential game, «I won’t spit, why? The instrumental’s plain»
Talking big, but when I check it out, them man are likkle like Wayne
Over the moon, over the moon, President T is over the moon
One likkle bar, over your tune
Nobody sending? Must be immune
No pretending, you will hear a gunshot soon
Keep on defending, must be a goon
This time next year, man’s gonna be a tycoon