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(Limitless on the beat) Yo, wack MC's, I can't stand you lot If it was up to me, I would've banned you lot Now I'm tryna figure out who brang you lot Won't hang with, I'd rather hang you lot Anyone who clashed me, and thought I lost I can't even lie to you, fam, you flopped Cah my pen sharper than old Man U tops, ah Smoking MC from the intro I don't care about cars, that is a sinkhole For the jewelry, man took risk bros Man had blockchains before there was crypto (mad) No name, I turn man John Doe Have a man's family seeking compo If I spend money on war, it's long, bro I'm giving out pieces like Morley's combos I pay man to drive through like ULEZ One car and two peds, like your music Ten o'clock news, two dead (whoa) Cut man for my friend like sous chef Left them flat like two bed (wowzers) Can't bump none of my ones 'round here My team check hammers like Souček You ain't on the field, you retired, you get paid to talk like Souness Bro if you violate me, then the moods set Aim at jerseys, I take man for Dudek Mash up manager, engineer, and designer 'cause of what you said (you) And if we're talking about who's who or did the wetter I'm betting on Blacks like roulette (trust) Bu-but you will not ride, you don't want violence, you just want vibes Even if I don't wanna roll outside I'll pay for the pitch like it's five-a-side This kind of Mac don't come with no fries Different, I am not like these guys (rah) Your friends that got away, got life (ah) My friends, never got away, got life (gang) 15 dons, still counting Violate me, you are gonna need rehousing (rah) See a man driving past, then metal after whip like T 1000 (wowzerz) Machine in trackie, when disconnect, turn my man laggy When I tell you, we got poles on a bike There ain't no trick nuts, we ain't doing up backies Think you're bad because of your cammy, fuck cammy I back out the rammy and dip, dip Scene left with the chest out like nip slip My guys stepping with arms like Fitbit Trust when I say I know yutes That started spraying younger than chip did These man did more drillings than Kwik fit Running with food in the bag like picnic I've seen man send out the hit list, encrypted, disappearing witness Feds missed it, can't say that he did this Not our problem bro, that's your pig shit (wowzerz) Law-abiding citizen, brudda your life some chick flick I learned from Jay-Z, in business For a quick quid, man hustle then nipped it (R.I.P.) You been about it, I doubt it Empty tents, I touch mic, they crowded Do you know how much I done without shouting? It's not a punishment ting, I'm just grounded (uh) You ain't hard, you just sound it April the 8th, an Aries was founded Last time a man looked for trouble, he found it Skyed man, and left his thoughts all clouded (mm) Bun up a boy about sideman (ah) Oil in the ride if I see what I'm cooking I pan the ting right then I fry man Come like an English breakfast for my man (garn) Bredrins wanna try man, if I switch out monotone, mans hypeman Lick off your head, about why fam They can see more satellite than sky, man When I'm with Tobi, Zerkaa or JJ, man can't take them for sideman I know Simon, Ethan, Vik and Wroetoshaw, I'll back all of the guys fam No two ways about it, I'll phone up callux like bro, "I need them in white fam" Might just see me with Van Dijk fam Close with the ballers, 'cause I know the right fam O-o-o-o-o-okay
Writer(s): Paris Moore-williams, Andre Thojmas Tunde Balogun-jonas, Arnold Olet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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