[Intro] Ayo Sami, swing that camera my way 'ere brudda
[Verse 1] If you don't see me in my sides with my guys I be in the nice vibe, zoned, tryna write rhymes Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline I combine lines when the time's right, if I'm in the right mind White guy's gonna fly high, I'm the right guy Trust me I'm the coldest don in this, ain't nuttin' like ice Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine You're taking her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride (Uh) She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the limelight Leave her in the morning and won't see her till the night time She only ever phones me for dick, I got a pipeline Step up on the stage, fuck everyone it's my time Dash a man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies You're stepping on the fine line, the roof will get raised Like the London city knife crime
[Verse 2] She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money So I tell her "Suck my dick" and then I'm bussing, word to A1 Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm getting mucky Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one Duppy yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm wid your honey Giz' a kiss, ya' looking lovely, better show me what you're made of She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off
[Verse 3] G-grime, rap, trap, gets rapped That's facts, man don't clap straps But I, slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed Dash straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss Ain't a bus pass, man I don't pass back In other words back track, skets swerved, that's that, uh Fat back, slim body, no back fat Said she's into black man, dash me a L, let me catch that Please someone test me, I'm alright for a white When I write, I'm a lefty Fuck a knife but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me Ay yo, check me
[Verse 4] I swear to god, I'm underestimated I never flop, I got it boxed, look how I demonstrate it Listen up, I teach you suttin', now you're educated I took ya L but kept smiling, come and celebrate it Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life But maybe one day, I'll find the love of my life Nah, lowe it I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam Summer time, watch a white boy flex wid a tan I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am Your beefin' is old, please go find a plan
[Verse 5] Dad said there's not a lift up to success You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through nuff stress But in the long run, you're comin' out with nuff bread Pops, don't worry fam, I got dis, nuff said How can I feel down when I'm up next? I hide things well, nobody see me when I'm upset Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what mum said So I do shows, videos and I run sets I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting Donny says my name, but I swear I've never met him Beggin' it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressin' Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messin' Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressin' But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression You don't know nuttin' 'bout me, you're just guessing Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon
[Verse 6] 'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick Pass me the mic and watch suttin' get blazed I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em And when the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin' So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin' It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin' I don't lurk and dip down opps But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced Half a bottle vodka in my pocket Thinkin' "This is the shit, mate", absolute piss take All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy So they sick of seein' this face Finally, Mr Aitch, professor of rhymary 'P', that's the only thing I've learnt since primary Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me Bless up, safe, appreciate ya spendin' time with me, hahaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.