[Verse] Can't lie, most people are fake I'm lookin' at man like who can I trust? Come like I'm shootin' blanks When I tell ya' I'm leavin' yutes in the dust Fans wanna hear gang in the place Get gassed when they chat 'bout shootin' it up But I got your favourite rappers shook when I say I got studio booked Tell your bae she can have that purse, Ray J, I tapped it first Catch a case when I pack that verse, lay it and stab that word Cute face, but her backs absurd, no doubt, I'ma mash that works Make my dick disappеar when I tap it, baby got magic curves Foot on your neck and my facе on telly Reasons to hate too many Got your bae in my bed in the lace front steady Features are facial ready Put beats in a grave, it's Aitch not Freddy I don't need blades or 'chete Got Ps to be made but I'm paid already King of the rave, big Shelly Firm that right to the face, don't speak on the net, that's lame, that's petty First class flight to L.A., had beef on the jet like Wayne and Headie I was at wireless with Ché, had to clean up the set 'cause it rained too heavy Still my left wrist brighten your day, my brudda can't wave, shits way too heavy Aitch too paid, got my stacks on bolo, I don't do Snapchat promo Bentaygas, Ranges, Lambs or Rollo, used to be blacked out Polo Still famous, Moston Lanin' solo, I ain't gotta roll with bro-bro Trust me, I'm good in my hood, only cover my face when I don't want photo I brought the food to the table, it's only right that I sat down first Had no room for the racks in my man-bag so I just packed out hers They say I keep spittin' the same old shit, huh, all you rap about's girls Money, music and sex, I don't know much more, brudda that's my world Back to the 4 whole block out tonight, seen shottas smoke rock out a pipe Some on the B, some chop up the white, set man pour wok out the pint My **** gyal just phoned, told me she want sweet boy cocky tonight Ask about my postcode, don't think sweet boy won't knock out your lights Pushin' Manny got my block lit, cuzzy pushin' cali said it's on ship Spent a milli', went and left the city, still the ends are with me on some mob tip Took a Fendi and I drop six, had the shop smelly 'cause I'm hot shit My bro be showin' me these Insta baddies, you ain't shown me many that I've not hit Fr-free Samurai, free Tallerz, even in pen, all my guys are ballers Br-bro got beef with his old best mate when he's ridin' he finds it awkward No girls that'll line man up, no girls that'll rack up a line and snort it My gyal twenty-three with the legs in the air and the tongue out, Michael Jordan On the scene since '018, all I've met is bare jokers and Oaps Ask bando if I've been d-a-o, a-i-t-c-h, g-o-a-t Our kids graftin' and throwin' Ps Had a drought this summer 'cause snow ain't cheap See rap yutes hatin' but he ain't bro Yeah, he ain't raps like man but bro ain't me '019 I was catchin' homis, verses got wrapped and bodied Parties in hotels, packed out lobbies Can't lie I ran through Johnny's '017 with the packs in college, used to skip class in forest If rap don't work, grow weed but the rap shit works so my stack just flourished They say I went mainstream on 'em, but back in the day told me I ain't got hits Every day get asked for a favour but don't get shouted when I ain't got shit That's why I stay shittin' on man Most the gyal that you've pray for, sat on my block list Got a bad ting livin' off man Boyfriend's on the wing, she's sat in the cockpit Like why does he rap like that? I hope white boys energies matchin' his dick Swear I feel like backin' it out to show 'em what time it actually is If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' and I'm still alive So it's only facts that I spit At least that I don't just─ At least I don't chat shit
[Outro] Like all you borin' rappers At least I don't─ what? At least I just don't lie in my raps Half of the UK scene just cap for the kids Had to squeeze the bar out, fuckin' hell
[Part II]
[Intro] Yeah (Yeah) Yo
[Verse] Back up on my bullshit Broski done it bait it, have no mask on when he pulled it Someone fucked your gyal and now you're mad 'cause we're the culprits Come to M-Town without a pass, you'll get your skull split She want a rapper, tell her chat my way She want a trapper 'cause she can't buy yay If it ain't a jet, I'm in business, I just can't fly bait Spark a zobbie then I start my day Honestly, I fell in love with money and my heart might break Lost friends, but I can't buy mates Fuck her so good in the Bentley, the car might break Said "I love you, but you aren't my bae" Fam, I make racks 'fore I wake up, stack lookin' eight-foot Bad bitch a K-cup, MAC for a make up Racks goin' straight up, rats showin' fake love She just called me ugly, facts, I'm just a eight plus She wan' get jiggy said I'm with it, pull my willy out Trippin' if you think I ain't livin' what I spit about Can't nobody on the ends say I'm not still around I just left a realtor with a smile, seven figures down Manchester, gang-chester, slang-chester Lot of bands-chester, man pop up and bang 'chester Ask tunde, here the cali lands better, shit Call me Banko, got that pack of land cheddar Couple mill, that's quick bands, I'm on big shit Only thing left is Ms. Banks on my wish list Young boy that can handle his business Do it on cam, no hands when I lick this Hop in the Rolls and head straight to the show Can't stop if you don't know me, I got places to go Look at my wrist, it's just a plate full of dough Baby, this ain't a Rollie, it's a Jacob & Co I set the trend for all the youngers, can't nobody tell me nothin' Got a problem? We can sort somethin' out Couple bruddas with me thuggin', some of them are about the money But don't think they won't walk somethin' down Find the limit then I push it, ain't got time for no discussion Brudda, shut it, fuck you talkin' about? Collect my money up and run it, see who's bank account's the fullest Most be daft you think it's all in the houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.