Amsterdam

Thought they got flows but they didn't Man like to run up their mouth for the rhythm There's always someone giving it the big gun Sayin' that, "it's that" when I know it isn't No, it isn't, I swear the game's open, I ain't loafing Got it in motion, thought I was over it But I was ghostin', in my own bubble But I never stray away from bars, I stay floating I just stroll in, still rolling Deep waters, catch him and hold him I'm a librarian like Logan And if I ain't got it, I can phone him It won't work if it ain't real, I know the deal People talk trash and the trash looks real If you don't read in between the lines You get lost out here in the field Sorry, that's real, I know if it just second and chill I was real back then and today I'm still Will, I still will I still spray 'cause I love it And I won't regret it 'cause I've done it Thought they got flows but they didn't Man like to run up their mouth for the rhythm There's always someone giving it the big gun Sayin' that, "it's that" when I know it isn't It ain't never been that (never) Them but are talking rubbish Not one of us has ever been trash Better than okay, man have been putting in the O.T Just like Devlin's camp But the level them man there ain't levelling fam And they think that it's sick Ralph Hardy-ha, them man ain't never been, nang (wow) Pushed up the bar bed times You could think that manaman's wham (wow) When I roll deep, roll deep with the crew And the wing and fam (wow) I'm one of the best ones Who go on a next block just like, spam Straight for the desktop Right through your headtop, just like flan Thought they got flows but they didn't Man like to run up their mouth for the rhythm There's always someone giving it the big gun Sayin' that, "it's that" when I know it isn't Think they've got style, think they've got flows None of them can't test my bros (can't test) Ain't that a boy's dance for a while Ain't no skin off my nose My flow's sick, my flow's vile Spit dark like I'm bringing up bile Skinning up teeth but I still don't smile When I'm spinning through beats, I'm foul And I had a little time off (time off) They're still ringing my line off (line off) I'm a boss like Bison, not Guile (sonic boom) You can't take my shine off Seems you're a mile off So I'm ringing the nine off (brr) Taking them out of the game Better still, sign off Thought they got flows but they didn't Man like to run up their mouth for the rhythm There's always someone giving it the big gun Sayin' that, "it's that" when I know it isn't You're ain't no saint, stop saying, "it is that" when it ain't It's written in biro, it's written in paint Everyday's like training day So you gotta concentrate It's bait Real talk, you're moving fake Training with the best trainers 16 take off your head clean like fresh trainers Choke man out like Nate It's a 16, not an eight You're the type to see someone famous and faint The type to go jail and hang yourself with your own lace Let man a joker's turn two-faced I got something that will put you in your place It ain't the same When you're living with anger, living with pain Thought they got flows but they didn't Man like to run up their mouth for the rhythm There's always someone giving it the big gun Sayin' that, "it's that" when I know it isn't