Lyrics:
said Stormzy can't be the king of grime
'Cause he can't do radio sets
Let's be real rude boy, I would light up a radio set
Like really I can't stand
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
I don't care what you think of me coz
You don't pay my shit, not a cent so
It don't phase me when you get salty
Drink glass of wine then I'm fine
the exams, that Muthu is always getting the first rank..
Who ? Who's that Muthu ?
The man who gets wages from you, labour Manickam..
his son..
Oh, that boy ?
have a gun
Or get done by the worst
Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck,
the corner
bought your glock
buddy I'm still goin half full of quarters big boy
runnin naked no voice
nature raised a big thug
Yall gangsters by choice
I'm bad
this bitch and i keep me a k
Murdaa with the stick he shooting everyday
Fuck that lil hoe she will not stay away
Imma rude boy get the fuck out my face
that I'm grown
Real trap boy, I don't play with my nose
Just the way that it goes
I can't judge them when it made me dough
God knows my intention, I sin
to take their asses[00:47.54]Back to school[00:48.32]cause they got no class[00:49.43]Always acting rude[00:50.43]It's a silly little game[00:51.56]That
born in me you can’t take it from me
A nigga try to set the play it’s gone take a dummy
If dog take fifty cents he gone take a hundred
All that jeffin’
even like 50 dollars no mo
50 cents? Fuck all that half way shit
Keep it a hundred with me
I'm all about Benjamins
I done jumped the fence again
Levelled
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel
Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the b**** triple
Game simple, ya here
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
tripping on a half still selling 50' Cents
Hard heart for the loaf but the soft might cost ya
Careful how I move 'cause them niggas might cross ya
There
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Fold on ya man's when he down going through it the worst, yo ass is fifty
I was just hooping and thieving them balls from the courts, now my jumper
love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I
kinda rude
Bet she know my money gone
She spent a do on a dude
Real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
Sippin' martini's quick
And wanna sex in the club
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
grace and i won’t stop but I bust down di wrist
Baby want money ,baby want many thing huh
Tell me why im gon stop all this stacking
Rude boy shabba
their records on hold
They threatened by my presence cause I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop, they bragging bout what they sold
Just
to look what happen now
(?) Concrete crown
Caught that line, you're getting beat down
Real dope boy veteran
Dope boy academy
Here dope fiends still
Never leave a print
Carpe diem every chance you get
F U P M I need every cent
Don’t know what I’m thinking
I just took nine shots boy I swear I’m 50 cent
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