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It's tizzy taz
Back again to make
You lot gassed
I walked into the trap
And said fuck that
Now I'm up in stu
Tryna cook up wrap
No barbecue sauce
When I'm cooking up a track
It's just straight riddim
And dem straight facts
How you gon lie
And say you were in trap
When the only thing
You pushed was a trolley rack
See I'm lidge I can say it with chest
I ain't gotta lie I ain't shot no peb
I still made racks I learnt to invest
That's why I'm up and your on the bench
Dont chat wass don't get all vex
Just cause I used my brain
To chase that cheque
Every action has a consequence
If you ain't chasing the bag
Then it don't make sense
Why why
Do you feel the need to lie
I don't give a fuck
If your black or white
Disrespect the team
And uno we gon fight
But I'm unproblematic
I'm tryna fly Dubai
Once I'm done
There ima fly Lisbon
I wanna one day speak
Nothing but wisdom
I pray everyday
I never touch prison
I'm tryna live the plan
Tryna live my vision
I struggled wid life
I can say that's true
But I bounced back up now
I'm up in the stu
Im tryna get the team
Out of the mud
Dem boy dere broke
Chatting all this crud
The only ting you
Sparked was some crusty bud
I'm doing this for fun
I swear it's true
She said she
Wan fuck wid the kid
Oh well
Better get your friend
Involved aswell
I remember when bro
Was up in felths
Fresh out
He was tryna move
Every girl in the world
I don't wanna be sitting
In the same old trap
Tryna shot a peb
To the same old cat
I had a chat with p
Told me chase that plan
And don't let go
Untill you've made it mad
My flow is dangerous
My bars are outrageous
Don't come to me now
That my names in the papers
I don't fuck wid you
Cah I can tell you not real
You can lie all you want
But the truth gon peel
Yh the truth gon shine
The real gon arise
Yh the light gon shine
In this dark place of mine
I tell a boy why
Why tell them lies
If you ain't got p
Grind for a better life
I'm tryna be in a benz
Or end up in an Audi
I already told you once
That I get the bass roudy
We get the party turnt
Yh I get the bass bouncy
You'd think I'm
In a castle seeing
The queen I got around me
The hotbox so potent
We got the room hella cloudy
We don't fuck with shit
Strains uno it comes all loudy
I'm grinding I'm rapping
My bros them trapping
Your bumping your head
Cah my flow dem slapping
I spat a riddim now
The bros asked what happened
Dem boy dere fake
Doing a whole lot of capping
I'm tryna make funds
A whole lot of stacking
My bro there grinding
A whole lot of packing
It's T, G
Tryna have that shine
Like jewallery
You can done miss me
Wid that foolery
Dem fools dere jealousy
They not as cool as me
Yes wag1 what you telling me
Why you always ringing my phone
Belling me
Dumb ass hoe don't stop texting me
What was her name Britney, stephine
Oh no
This hoe try catch my soul
Woah woah
Back up yo your way too close
Your breath done
Stinks Like Mogden road
Your breath done
Stink like Mogden Lane
But wait
Wait
I'm flying bait
Out to the states
Might cool off
Just bring my mates
I'm tryna get paid
So I'm tryna get cake
No flour in this formula
When I'm doing up chase
Tryna chase these bands
Tryna grab these fans
Tryna do shows in Rome or Milan
Or fly out to Spain
You can't chat to me
If you ain't felt no pain
All of my shit come
From nights in the rain
Tryna stack pounds
So I got food on my plate
Can't chill with me
If you don't know about lanes
There's snakes
In the grass they dress in plain
My eyes adjusted
To done seeing these fakes
You can't lie to a liar
I'll clock your play
I'll block your ting
Like I'm making a save
But It ain't no footy
When you hear this beat play
I'm flying bait
Out to the states
Might cool off
Just bring my mates
I'm tryna get paid
So I'm tryna get cake
No flour in this formula
When I'm doing up chase
Tryna chase these bands
Tryna grab these fans
Tryna do shows in Rome or Milan
Or fly out to Spain
You can't chat to me
If you ain't felt no pain
