When I’m on a track it’s a mazza
Tryna make cash asap cah I’m not the slow type
It’s tiring making these bangers on bangers
But dead ones, they’re what I don’t like
You’re saying you run it
But everyone knows you ain’t earned no stripes
Them boy there ran out luck
Like they got snake eyes when they rolled dice
Sutin like AJ, tryna get this scene raining
True say that I ain’t from Tottenham but I’m a top scorer like Kane is
Getting my namе out
Tryna get placed on more playlists and stations
Don’t wanna gеt what I’m given, nah
Imma take what I want, no waiting
I ain’t got no patience
Come like CGM but I don’t talk bout drills
Don’t need to lie in my raps
With you though, nothing you chat bout’s real
Might send some shots on a track
Bare shellings, but I won’t ever back no steel
You talk bout how all your teams just winning
But really, your score’s at nill
It’s like I’m Mourinho with it
I don’t like speaking
When they ask how many fans you got
Fam, it’s less than zero, no Weeknd
You talk bout drip, that’s light though
I’m up to my neck in the deep end
I don’t want drama, nah, you’re just jarring
That’s not me, I could never play pretend
It’s like I’m Mourinho with it
I don’t like speaking
When they ask how many fans you got
Fam, it’s less than zero, no Weeknd
You talk bout drip, that’s light though
I’m up to my neck in the deep end
I don’t want drama, nah, you’re just jarring
That’s not me, I could never play pretend
Bare man chat bout drillings but they’re only acting, Sarah Bonito
They talk bout pushing em kilos but we know they ain’t been OT though
Like a .45 with them flows, bare shellings whenever the beat goes
Say more life for my bros, everyone else though? They get free smoke
I don’t work with white
Take em behind bars like serving time
Best get yours cah I’m earning mine
‘Who’s next to blow?’ I’m first in line
Aye
Whenever I’m writing, I’m tryna get all my verses right
They talk like strikers like Werner but them man are sour like German 9s
It’s bait that you don’t graft
You had one chance and you flopped it
Any tune, any track, Imma murk that
You could never put me in no boxes
I can jump on drill or do boombap
You know, either way, it’s a mosh pit
Know for a fact that I’m gonna blow
Yeah I’m pulling that pin like a lockpick
It’s like I’m Mourinho with it
I don’t like speaking
When they ask how many fans you got
Fam, it’s less than zero, no Weeknd
You talk bout drip, that’s light though
I’m up to my neck in the deep end
I don’t want drama, nah, you’re just jarring
That’s not me, I could never play pretend
It’s like I’m Mourinho with it
I don’t like speaking
When they ask how many fans you got
Fam, it’s less than zero, no Weeknd
You talk bout drip, that’s light though
I’m up to my neck in the deep end
I don’t want drama, nah, you’re just jarring
That’s not me, I could never play pretend
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