If you don´t see me in M-Town, I´m jet bound Lighting up a next crowd, pussy, I´m a vet now
Must´ve forgot young shelly got bars ´Cause I went and topped charts, boy, I never put the pen down Kept my soul, I just sell my rhymes Watch face full of boogers, I can smell the time If we´re talking top five and you don´t say my name Then you´re tripping on the kid and let me tell you why ´Cause I´m the only rapper that be having it his own way Fuck what your mum, dad, sister, or your bros say I´m the only rapper that can run a track with Hollowman Then go and shut down the fucking Etihad with Coldplay I´m the only rapper telling rappers they can´t chat to me
Same week, raise hundred fifty bags for charity I´m the only rapper that ain´t capping with his chest I´m the only, I´m the only rapper left Grizate lizines, this strizaight rizhymes Shell it, then I skizate, Aitchy go blizind All them man are fizake, hate, mizake lizies I´m running to cizake, snakes get left behind Maybach, Porsche, Range, Benz for the drought Don´t even get me started what I spent on the house So if I ever send shots, it´s ´cause I´m fucking pissed off What the fuck I look like? I ain´t sending for clout I was sixteen, went and turned a benz´ to a ounce Tell the plug, "I´ll wait for you", like Tems is about
Fam, I only talk sense, I ain´t censoring nought Must be senseless, fuck your two cents, send ´em out I been repping for my city, little Scally ´bout that action Tax ´em, if it´s up North, I get a fraction It´s like the game got too gentrified I´m one of the only man in Manny still rapping with an accent Blast ´em, picking ´em off at random Killing the opps with kindness, seen a gangster throw a tantrum Still on the block with riders, boy, don´t try me ´cause I´m handsome Doing this ting for time, that´s why my wrist look like a lantern Seven summers, here´s to seven others I can make a hit song, I can clearly bury brothers
If I pull up on your wife, I´ll be fair and use the rubbers But I´m daddy for the night and I swear that´s on my mothers It´s hard tryna figure out the ratio Hm, should I rap my ass off or hit the radio? Hm, should I try and hide my face on every date I go? Hm, should I get a pillow princess or a crazy ho? Hm, should I make another M or go and spend one? Hm, should I link her or ask her what her friends on? Hm, should I buy a house to chill in or get rent from? Hm, should I let that boy live, or should I send one? Yeah, right on the plane Shoot dice on the mic, too tight with the game
On sight with the rhymes, talk nice on my name Since 2018, I brought life to the game From the M-Town, Europe, States, even Zante Cooking up with Sheeran, on stage with Ashanti I been upping gears, steady brushing off my peers Pussies lucky that I´m here, all you paigons should thank me
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