"STRAIGHT RHYMEZ 2" lyrics
If you don't see me in M Town I'm jet bound lighting up a next crowd pussy I'm a vet now
Must of forgot young shelly got bars
Cos I went and topped charts boy I never put the pen down
Kept my soul I just sell my rhymes
Watch face full of boogers I can smell the time
If we're talking top five and you don't say my name
Then your tripping on the kid and let me tell you why
Cos I'm the only rapper that be having it his own way
Fuck what your mum dad sister and your bros say
I'm the only rapper that run a track hollowman
Then go and shut down the fucking Etihad with Coldplay
I'm the only rapper telling rappers they can't chat to me
Same week raise hundred fifty bags for charity
I'm the only rapper that ain't capping with his chest
I'm the only
I'm the only rapper left
Grizate lizines this Strizzaight rizzyhmes
Shell it then I Skizzate Aitchy go blizzind
All them man are fizzake, hate, mizzake lizzies
I'm running to cizzake snakes get left behind
Maybach Porsche range Benz for the drought
Don't even get me started what I spent on the house
So if I ever send shots it's cos I'm fucking pissed off
What the fuck like I ain't sending for clout
I was 16 went a turned a bens to a ounce
Tell the plug I'll wait for you like tems is about
Fam I only talk sense I ain't censoring nout
Must be senseless fuck your 2 cents send em out
I been repping for my city little scally bout that action
Tax em, if its up north I get a fraction
It's like the game got too gentrified
Im one of the only man in manny still rapping with an accent
Blast em
Picking em off at random
Killing the opps with kindness
Seen a gangsta throw tantrum
Still on the block with riders
Boy don't try me cos I'm handsome
Doing this ting for time
That's why my wrist look like a lantern
7 summers here's to 7 others
I can make a hit song I can clearly bury bruddas
If I pull up on your wife I'll be fair and use the rubbers
But I'm daddy for the night and I swear that's on my mothers
It's hard tryna figure out the ratio
Hmmm
Should I rap my ass off or hit the radio
Hmmm
Should I try and hide my face on every date I go
Hmmm
Should I get pillow princes or a crazy hoe
Hmmm
Should I make another M or go and spend one
Hmmm
Should I link her or ask her what her friends on
Hmmm
Should I buy a house to chill in or get rent from
Hmmm
Should I let that boy live or should I send one
Right on plane shoot dice on the mic 2 tight with the game
On sight with the rhymez talk nice on my name
Since 2018 I brought life to the game
From the m town
Europe, states even zante
Cooking up with Sheeran
On stage with Ashanti
I been upping gears
Steady brushing off my peers
Pussies lucky I'm here
All you pagans should thank me
Must of forgot young shelly got bars
Cos I went and topped charts boy I never put the pen down
Kept my soul I just sell my rhymes
Watch face full of boogers I can smell the time
If we're talking top five and you don't say my name
Then your tripping on the kid and let me tell you why
Cos I'm the only rapper that be having it his own way
Fuck what your mum dad sister and your bros say
I'm the only rapper that run a track hollowman
Then go and shut down the fucking Etihad with Coldplay
I'm the only rapper telling rappers they can't chat to me
Same week raise hundred fifty bags for charity
I'm the only rapper that ain't capping with his chest
I'm the only
I'm the only rapper left
Grizate lizines this Strizzaight rizzyhmes
Shell it then I Skizzate Aitchy go blizzind
All them man are fizzake, hate, mizzake lizzies
I'm running to cizzake snakes get left behind
Maybach Porsche range Benz for the drought
Don't even get me started what I spent on the house
So if I ever send shots it's cos I'm fucking pissed off
What the fuck like I ain't sending for clout
I was 16 went a turned a bens to a ounce
Tell the plug I'll wait for you like tems is about
Fam I only talk sense I ain't censoring nout
Must be senseless fuck your 2 cents send em out
I been repping for my city little scally bout that action
Tax em, if its up north I get a fraction
It's like the game got too gentrified
Im one of the only man in manny still rapping with an accent
Blast em
Picking em off at random
Killing the opps with kindness
Seen a gangsta throw tantrum
Still on the block with riders
Boy don't try me cos I'm handsome
Doing this ting for time
That's why my wrist look like a lantern
7 summers here's to 7 others
I can make a hit song I can clearly bury bruddas
If I pull up on your wife I'll be fair and use the rubbers
But I'm daddy for the night and I swear that's on my mothers
It's hard tryna figure out the ratio
Hmmm
Should I rap my ass off or hit the radio
Hmmm
Should I try and hide my face on every date I go
Hmmm
Should I get pillow princes or a crazy hoe
Hmmm
Should I make another M or go and spend one
Hmmm
Should I link her or ask her what her friends on
Hmmm
Should I buy a house to chill in or get rent from
Hmmm
Should I let that boy live or should I send one
Right on plane shoot dice on the mic 2 tight with the game
On sight with the rhymez talk nice on my name
Since 2018 I brought life to the game
From the m town
Europe, states even zante
Cooking up with Sheeran
On stage with Ashanti
I been upping gears
Steady brushing off my peers
Pussies lucky I'm here
All you pagans should thank me
Writer(s): Harrison Armstrong, Perry Oatway
