Lyrics
Crisis FM
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Yo
Please check the noise that I make
I'm the only MC they're avoiding to play
And when I see 'em they don't know what to say
All lost for words (Crisis)
But they ain't forgotten my name
Trim, yeah, I'm a lot for the brain
With several mixtapes and I'ma add to the range
Start from one like back in the days
The kid's on fire but they can't capture the flame
Yo, yeah yo
Lucky enough, we're in the game like no one ain't fucking with us
Yeah, I might be coming to all these MCs that don't love me enough
Fuck 'em
Lucky enough, we're in the game like no one ain't fucking with us
I might be coming to all these MCs that don't love me enough
Wait, let's say they're all right for a minute
I'm a tramp on a trip who likes a Guinness
Broke at thirty and still trying to flip it
And besides my lyrics, ain't got fuck all going for me
All I do is try to diss 'em
Who am I? Would you get? I don't know if I'd be listening
With all that money you can make like Mike Skinner
Yeah, and just sniff it
Yo, yeah yo
Lucky enough, we're in the game like no one ain't fucking with us
Yeah, I might be coming to all these MCs that don't love me enough
Fuck 'em
Lucky enough, we're in the game like no one ain't fucking with us
I might be coming to all these MCs that don't love me enough
Fuck 'em
Optimistic with flows they've got to live with
No Jada Pinkett but I set it off and blame the Trimlets
Name the siblings that think it's a game like I ain't itching
Yeah, like I ain't itching
I drive with kitchens into your house while you're pitching
Take the food before you season the chicken
E14, fuck who you live with
I does and did this
Or should I say I done and been this
Yo, yeah yo
Lucky enough, we're in the game like no one ain't fucking with us