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(intro) It’s the pitch and flips Listen Oi x7 Flips It’s the pitch and flips, Flips It’s the pitch and flips, Flips It’s the pitch and flips Listen! Ah! (verse 1) Step up in the jam with a bottle in my hand Smelling overly dank Ima grind like ten tonnes Smoke with white up or a packet of Bensons Life is endless No full stop on this sentence Bust that crime Do the repentance First-class tracked and signed when I’m sending To waste men, DJay’s who don’t play will be made Even our gold they be taking Did u take the Pe mate I’ve been in a deep state A tree range thought so coarse That’s high get replayed Don’t wanna tour worldwide Shut stages down Can’t see straight Only one winner in a race And I’ve got the sweepstake Pete sake Nobody cares about what he say She sees these days Mana wanna stay lean in a dream state This my plan Out with the can Butter red spam makes news to the fam Sound for the future Gotta make news for my fam Spread that music man It's my plan out with the gang Gotta expand Make news for the fam Sign for the future Gotta make news for my fam Spread that music man (verse 2) As we take it further The Journeys getting murkier We got our sh*t backwards Red, Rum, is f**king, murder So I, pick the, mic up Yeah I, light the earth up City Surfer I'll be on some next sh*t that will lead you here to find your purpose Lightning strike like me on a mic in a venue Be on your side smirk send you Sometimes don’t write quite as much as I like cus I got HF to attend to That’s why I stay up late at night writing bars I know it’s essential Get a bit bored with the schedule Then I change program When I push a range rover On a road as an old man See me drive by to a slooow jam OG man never breaking down… I’m going in where you’re poking around I’m whiling out while you’re holding it down I got a style that made me renowned But I got my feet firmly on the ground Yeah, it’s all my type Bun herb with the owls (verse 3) I kill beats I don’t sleep I write bars I won’t eat I live life I can’t die I won’t lie I get high I kill beats I don’t sleep I write bars I won’t eat I live life I can’t die I won’t lie I get high I stay overly fresh Like I’m right through in a copious mess Don’t hope for the best Come first place merkin the set Terfin the rest Never give my wo wo words to the feds Disturbing the ends Like vultures Six times six Won't f**ks with the culture Wanna spit bars Not clips and revolvers That’s why names up there on the poster But nuff feds got chips on their shoulders Tryna shut these down Knock off the stock Like it’s got Ebola Concentrate on murdering rate Not smokers I don’t really rate those jokers I be the mic controller Hold my skill like my name was Zola H to the F always bring that focus Praise to the sess I blaze my dosage Craving away some fee fi fo sh*t Best believe I got the rewinds slow Got the rewinds slow Got the rewinds slow got the rewinds sloaded
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