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M1OnTheBeat This guy, in my opinion, is pound for pound one of the best lyrically on drill And I know this is gonna spark a debate but he's gonna back it up for me, trust Woosh, Gaza, 7th, let me just shut up man Coke comes in units, Gelato come in pounds I wish that it came in tons, it ain't long hair but you can get bun right now If I didn't bang, I wouldn't be gang, wouldn't be saying this sh*t right now You wanna know about that Gaza tan? Cross these gates and you might find out Free up my batch Gang units tapped, man got nicked for bread but all them feds was talking 'bout was waps If I see you, it's an instant crash, make man do the instant dash Cuz I might spin that mash or flick my shank, that's a fifty percent chance I'll get bagged If you sit on that fence, treat you like the opps, you'll hop that fence Way things are going right now, might blow off music or get shot by feds Man do waps, I don't do hench Muscle gone, you would've thought Popeye's dead If it ain't Louis, it's Gucci, I ain't gonna off white trends Bro just crashed a Mazzy, mazza, his pockets didn't feel the effect We had to put them hand tings down 'cause them dots were feeling neglect My nuts hang and my gun bangs Prez won't sleep on a vio, I know exactly what bro's like, swear down he ain't that type of man My mans head got smoked in front of my mans nan Since that day, who has my man tanned? And they listen to me on the sly, some silent fans F**k Trident man, they went to my closest ones and said I'm a dangerous violent man But I can't blame them, deep down I know they ain't lying man Without no hesitation we really make a man vanish Give me a destination, we'll fly there and we'll pack it It was all better days when I was out here with the mandem They're all locked for drugs and waps or this gang, gang, gang ting I get juve's and put 'em on movies and then direct it without acting Us man really get 'round and crash it, team, no lacking Plus, I got the vision and my vision's a mad ting Plus, bro got the vision too like he play for Northampton Don't slip on the Gaza side 'cause you'll get ambushed like Camden Star hitting up guys at random You can't watch me whip, you might steal my recipe like Plankton And if I pull out this gun in my pouch, you'll see a herd start running around Them man there are just a group of goats and we love running them down I been mashing bread from 011 and 10, and I was way back when Unlimited smoke, so we got bells to waste on them Take them trips and take them risks, tell me what strip should we tape off next? Can't be arsed for no 'gazi friends, can't be mans darg and sit on that fence When man hop out, you might trip and graze your legs, me, I'm tryna aim at heads If man can't catch you, then I'm defo gonna blaze your friend And if I do then you're gonna stress and blame your friends, then go and change your ends I've got a name on ends, bros ain't hitting no jewellers but the get away with M's We don't leave no trace of sweat, them man do the race and sweat Early morning, we're just tryna wake and bake with neck He was all screaming and he was shouting, then he went quiet, he tried to stage his death You know how that paigon chit chat goes but it weren't like that on the day we met
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