Lirik

M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat Bro just beat a next AM He ain't tell me, that's normal Step wIth the metal, that's daily They won't fail me, that's bro-bro (no) On the opp block, we took selfies Our presence, it was known of (suh, suh, suh) Now they don't even know it's us when we get on that scoreboard Back hand grip with my black blade Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen (turn) I'm in the station like 5 a.m Been like five AM's and not once mans spoken How many times have the gangdem denied those splashings like five in the morning? (One) It's the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am and I'm still yawning Really do them things that we talk of, the gang ain't fall off Still pree that 4 .44 long (suh) Nothin' but the baddest of b's Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log I step with the uhh, nearly as long as me I don't even care if it's sawn-off Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos Feds want me in the system, no solar Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like "Oh, Lord" Again, I got a boner She wanna know what day I come home on I know what it feels like to go back and forth with my lawyer Cah he tell me what day I got court on (one) I don't know that opp or what road he got caught on Or the date or timing Course I'm lying I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet (turn, turn) But course we're trying I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro, but course it's mileage (one) Interview room, I dunno what I done yet Each and every time, course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet But course it's trident (trident) Bro's beefing, I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet, course I'm riding (turn) Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying, 'course its fryin' (ayy, ayy) Opp block settings, dressed all sporty Shoot straight, I don't air it in my Air Jordans Opp boys going on the net, going talky I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers (turn, informers) Living life on the fast lane from kway-kway, we been cutting them corners Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers When we bruck down this corner T-house settings, skeng in my workers face Always tryna be Akala's Primary school days, it was astroturfs, now we can do kick ups in Pradas Really take these risks Been doin' up field, no farmer These old timers ain't on nothin' They fell off, Jamie O'Hara (Hara) Got this bad B from Ghana Top floors, calamari for starter (turn, turn) I gotta stay humble, there's times that I paid a few pence for a charger (one) You ain't ever done 28 day's in the T, still feelin' like you've gotta go harder (no) Scrape that shit so hard, swear I nearly broke that Pyrex (broke that) And, yes, it was four whole months on basic, swear I nearly broke my mind set (broke that) Been jail three times, I dont know how I'm out here, course I'm tired (turn) I don't even wanna risk my freedom Ahh, it's mad, haha Course I'm lying I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet But course we're trying (turn) I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro, but course it's mileage Interview room, I dunno what I done yet (one) Each and every time, course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet (suh, suh) But course it's trident (trident) Bro's beefing, I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet, course I'm riding Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying, 'course its fryin' (turn, turn, turn) M1OnTheBeat Told me turn M1OnTheBeat
Writer(s): Irving Ampofo Adjei, Mozis Aduu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out