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Mayday
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mayday was released on June 28, 2019 by N.G.U as a part of the album Trap Talk
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Release DateJune 28, 2019
LabelN.G.U
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Hahahaha
Hahahahaha
Let me chat to them real quick
I'm Montana, man, you know that I'm the real thing
My credit's certi, how you think I'm gonna build links?
Seven plugs and every one I got a meal ticked
Man are dumb and deluded
Bruddas thinking that I'm done with the music
I'm here to show you ****, man, I ain't trying for a record deal
**** talking 'bout these lines that they've never built
I made it long for them
Don't compete with me, bro, you ain't got longer bread
Fam, your numbers and your lifestyle need to comprehend
You tryna condescend
But it's funny how that envy make a don pretend
All this lying what C Montana don't do
Bro, I can't do, all these **** old news
I don't dream about spitting in the O2
I only dream that them bricks are gonna roll through
I've been on the wrong side of a L
Got locked up, said I conspired to sell
Snitch **** dying to tell
But I beat my fucking case 'cause I ain't trying to fail
Got a stick in the booth, I ain't tighten my belt
I only stick to the truth, I can't lie to the world
Come a long way from putting light on my scales
Fuck all the pasa, I'm just minding myself
'86, One chain, think I roll naked
Got these bricks, fam, I'll flake if I don't make it
White girl coming over but I ain't got bae coming
I'm a South London boy but I've gotta stay foreign
Don't compare yourself to me, I'm a plug and you're strip running
**** jugging but they still tryna lick suttin'
But that don't make sense
How you shotting all this grub and you don't make bread?
So many kettles but none of them tell the time though
It's like these watches can't keep up with all my time zones
'Cause I'm a traveller
And man are thinking it's a race but it
Ain't a fucking race, it's 'bout your stamina
I'm consistently pack flying
While these **** rap lying, I be doing what these man trying
This trap **** got assets to leave a man bitter
Hungry **** do mazzes to get a man hit up
One guy, no gang, one line, go H.A.M
Fun time? No, fam, got one eye open
When I sleep, I've got the wap for precaution
Protection with sticks in the trap is important
I make sure I run my shit properly
'Cah big boy feds wanna try this donny
I call my plug and get my shit conned-y
'Cah they all know that I fly this Bobby
I fly this dirty 'cah my shit's certi
Call my squares ostrich, they're flightless birdies
I only do plug talk, so miss me with bullshit
I ain't ever done sports but sick with this balling
Sleepless nights, I be twisting and turning
My wrist seen ice but my wrist isn't hurting
Got a big boss aura, they witness in person
That's why they remand and our shit is adjourning
The amount of times I splashed out, I couldn't count
From the bando and being frassed out upon the couch
Never help you on the up but they shout you when they're down
Now they all see that I'm up, now they act like little clowns
I ain't entertaining nuttin', bro
'Cause these **** never gave me nuttin'
Now they see I'm suttin' and they fucking broke
I had enough of hoes
That think they're suttin' more than just
A little bit of meat for me to fucking go
Written by: Camaron Ochs, Samuel Tyler Johnson
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