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When you rappin' the money is right
Or you rap and you're livin' that life
Match day I'm always on time
Got my young boys out on bikes
No verbal, this beef outside
It's more than flows and rhyme
Let it bang for my brodie 5
I won't think twice? cah that's my slime
I won't think twice cah that's my brother
No show AS my gang
No wakey step to my tugga
It's more than a song if I pull up
And let it burn like Usher
If it's go-time my slime
You ain't gotta say it twice like a stutter
Got scoreboards horrid like Henry
Talkin' points? we racked up plenty
I defend man city like Mendy
So a lot of man step and test me
Still with the b? that's fly like Bentley
I got this ting
And there's murder on my mind like Melly
No verbal, just give him a ching
Ubbubba bang's like Fekky
Since rap, they're sayin' I'm sexy
But two tings? that's Keisha and Becky
I don't gun lean like Russ
It's no verbal cah I'm way too tekky
They say I'm the one like Headie
Or say I'm the one like B2
Don't get caught on the lack, if the mandem beef you
I even had my brekky phone ring-ring, that's a normal day
Get the block poppin' by 7
Doin' M-way by like 8
We get paid? that's a normal day
And I heard bro scored on a paigon, but
That's just a normal day
I said that's just a normal day
That's just normal
I said that's just a normal day
Get the block poppin' by 7
Doin' M-way by like 8
That's a normal day
And I heard bro scored on a paigon, but
That's just a normal day
They know what it is when we step out
It's a kings room when the gang spread out
Sauce got spilled from my head down
It soon get press out
You know how they say no test out
I love when I see them paigons
How we stop and dem man S out
They're way to playful
Been on smoke like 8-ball
I got the connect like cables
Most I love are suttin' like Mable
No verbal, just give him a ching
And you know how I said that 1-0
If you wanna talk about opp thots
Bro, like, you know that they're bad ones
Do it like auntys roll up blocks
See these kids and slap one
You know what's a fill-up, when you get Michael
So it's suttin' like Jackson
Bro, wait, hood up, like SD
Your gyal is a well-known hooker
And broski a well-known jooker
So it's a madness when we pull up
You can get fried in your crib like homemade ching
We've been on things (that's gang)
And if you wan' talk 'bout
They've been goin' mad since they heard about Fizz
Six man went and got lizzy
Gyals ain't preein' a thing
So man bring them to my crib
It's no verbal, just do your ting (No word)

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