Hot In Every City

How many times, how many times

Calm before the storm, listen

How many times have I gotta prove I'm sick

With these lyrics and shit?

Flows are all mad

How many times have I gotta shoot this MAC

At a ****'s chest plate to watch his whole frame collapse?

How many times have I gotta smoke a spliff

To forget about the dramas that are happening?

How many songs have I gotta make until I blow?

You don’t like my shit? Go suck your dad

I write what gets me gassed

Still that little **** on the backs

Two sacks of weed in me pocket

'Bout to shot them both to Max

Still in the trap, countin' stacks

Weather its bud though, or swag though or money off the hash

When me dough's low, I get an oz of each and hit the trap

Come back and buy bud and make a few flips like that

I've got me hands in all pies, I pick and choose what I hop into

Could have the swag phone boomin'

But the punters are all boppin' to me music

Scousematic, it’s a mad ting

Tryna shot them something and they're talkin' 'bout

"Aren’t you that rap king from 'Pool? It must be you"

I'm like "Nah, its not, so what you want, 2 in 2?"

****, this is bait, I had to phone my mate

Like "Yo, jump on this George for me till I see me other mate"

Punters talkin' 'bout, "Ya gonna blow"

I'm like "Save it, bro, what the fuck you know about this music, G?"

You're smokin' on that dope, holes in your clothes

You need to swerve that before you talk to me

About some visions and goals

And all of the tings to be achieved

He said "I know, I fucked up, but don't be like me and fuck up"

I said "I ain't tryna be like you

But I'ma take that advice and give this rap ting a go"

'Cause if it pulls off, I'm nice, true, I'm nice with the flow

Plus I've got game, I'll run right through your ho

So don’t have her slippin' round me

I'll have her drippin' down, B

And then strippin' down, when I get them knickers down

She best prepare for action

.35s, pump actions, short 9s and MAC-10s is what a ****'s graspin'

When its time for blastin'