Yo, listen, Nishal
There’s two things you need to do in life
First is support your family
Second is ice out your neck, boy
Imma see you, man
Yeah, you talk big but I see through it like some wet white vest
Your man said he’s drippy, everyday he’s wearing nike techs
No ticks on me, got three stripes all on my creps though
Only time you’re moving food’s when you’re going Tescos
I get love from Leeds to London, I got dargs in Leicester
Long coat got me feeling like I’m Arsene Wenger
Tryna make this year the onе, yeah I’m calm with pressure
Yеah I’m tryna make this year the one
I’m tired of my tunes peaking at a thousand streams, if that
Don’t mean to sound ungrateful but I’m tryna make it big fast
I know my workrate’s been lacking, swear I’ll fix that
Praying music works out cah I ain’t tryna flip packs
I ain’t seen Vasko in time, I’m tryna link man
If you’re moving chatty, I’ll break it off like I’m Pink Pantheress
I got no time for all of that unnecessary stress
I’m tired of all these rappers saying they’re the best
I’m just tryna put my city on the map
Coming out of Leeds, you know I’m getting busy every track
Must be dizzy if you chat like I’ve done anything but graft
How you owe money but still you’re flexing on your snap?
I ain’t backing you if it’s behind my back you’re talking
Not one for grudges though, any beef that I had is sorted
You might be tripping now but trust me, she ain’t that important
Lowe the chatting, you’re catching air if you’re tryna force it
Tryna shut em places down like SK in Shoreditch
That’s why I’m going all in, you know when it rains, it’s pouring
I ain’t tryna be next up for like five years, fam
I’m tryna make it now, yeah I can’t wait for touring
Vasko weren’t lying, there ain’t no discussion
On any verse where I spit, you know the flow’s disgusting
All them nerds are tiring with all the jokes they’re bussing
There ain’t no burner firing, nah you ain’t smoking nothing
Vasko weren’t lying, there ain’t no discussion
On any verse where I spit, you know the flow’s disgusting
All them nerds are tiring with all the jokes they’re bussing
There ain’t no burner firing, nah you ain’t smoking nothing
Hold tight Stray on production you know
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