Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mischief
Mischief
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janoi Patterson
Janoi Patterson
Songwriter

Lyrics

There block intentions clear, went with that broom ain’t came to sweep, response to empty threats, thats me round there just tryna meet,
Ain’t experienced no heartbreak but my heart might get me hurt,
Done me wrong.. I ain’t forgotten, for minor stuff Get done up worst,
.. talks cheap get with the actions, what’s all the chat, (Chattings) spot and drop, opps went out SAD, still slide that block lurk for a pack, (grr,bow)
It’s Loyalty over love, I’m Not the type to make amends, (nope) recap works we done up recent, couldn’t care bout latest trends, (works)
Three six I’m with the fiends, my trap phone ripping like some paper, thousand eights a thousand times, I’ll do the maths no calculator, (
Trap mash, that moneys certain, put dope on the block again, dismissals and acquittals, bros come home and spin again,
It’s me that Chings these rappers, ain’t no rapper that’s chinged me, don’t care bout any rumours, leave the badness on the streets,
In the trenches you’ll get tested, better practise what you preach,
Catch him in that drip I’ll rip that, bet I stain his clothes no bleach,
Put rackets on these boots before these rackets went on trainers, bi metal rose and stainless (two tone) and buy metal for my pagans, done dodged a bird no raven, thought I’d get bail at the station,
Make drinks more time no magic, coke and soda in the basin, sold lines before the lines, saw stacks before the streams, heard that’s where my man’s resting, now I’m parked up on that street, I own this foreign whizzer so its that time if it’s stolen, young like Ashley I got steppy, teen years on the pitch like foden,
.. talks cheap get with the actions, what’s all the chat, (Chattings) spot and drop, opps went out SAD, still slide that block lurk for a pack, (grr,bow)
It’s Loyalty over love, I’m Not the type to make amends, (nope) recap works we done up recent, couldn’t care bout latest trends, (works) three six I’m with the fiends, my trap phone ripping like some paper, thousand eights a thousand times, I’ll do the maths no calculator, (
Trap mash, that moneys certain, put dope on the block again, dismissals and acquittals, bros come home and spin again,
Written by: Janoi Patterson
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