Man all say I'ma skeng on bars
Emz
Skelecta
I spit flame like Spyro, got a 16 that's a heck of a topper
More time I do road and lylo, white girl on my tracksuit, not pull her
From way back then when I had no friends
So when I rise up, please don't holla
I'm peng and I'm fresh so don't slide in DMs
I see a señorita, I holla
I'm a grime ting scholar, say no bother
Usher shots and Putman's collar
I grew in estate, no dollar
Ain't no movie cut when man get to the chopper
Man front 'til he gets on top then it's
Back on legs 'cause you ain't on squat
Life ain't all about roll and grieves
But keep ya CV if you ain't on job
It's only beef if you fuck with the bros
Do work on site you know the code
What's goin' on with the grime scene it's full of schmos
Average shows and hoes
If this get-along-gang ting's real I'm fucked
I ain't got hands to get in touch
I don't even like small talk with gal
If it ain't on beats I don't talk too much
Shit don't get done if you think too much
Reality check if you think too much of yourself
Attitude stinks too much
Had one ting that was peng last year
And now she got a - 'cause she tease too much
'S a fuckin' sad ting blud
Man just judge and cuss
But a joke ting cuh we don't give no fucks
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
When I'm scorchin' gimme room, gimme space
Real lemme move out the way
Ba-bars'll catch your fa-, yuh
Ba-bars fresh out my face
Hit bars, drink with the chicks
She's peng but I don't chase
Drop game but I don't play
Need peas but I want fame
Don't snitch man or take blame
But no face there's no case
I'm tryna get funds and out from violations
I won't have none, man'll street fight like catcall
Keep your eyes on mine and you won't see
Where you got bang from
Any rhythm I touch is an anthem
Step on your wave like an ant farm
New batch, I'ma get cash from Podge Mike
And get my champ on, my batch we young champions
Yeah yeah, got long hair like Samson
And I got gal on my iPhone
And I got gal on my Samsung
Talk business on your iPhone
No wonder how you got bagged, son
Learned from when I got bagged once
Boy ya can't just trap once
Oh I lick shot 'til pack done
Then ring Don get the next one
Stack stack an' get my flex on
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it
Why'd ya start a sentence and lie in it?
You made ya bed and don't wanna lie in it