Letras
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I ain't even saying, "If you couldn't, then you shouldn't"
I'm just saying, "If I couldn't, then I wouldn't"
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Yo
I got day ones coming 'round with good energies
And some day ones acting finicky
Niggas know that they can't mirror me lyrically
And now they wan' question my validity
It's only me at the top like I'm Lil Reese
They can't mess with me
I ain't competing with these Shade Borough rappers
These fake thugga rappers
These can't make their own styles, they take other rappers
The quality control's fantastic
I'm in the studio, I'm doing gymnastics
I flip a beat and I flip it well
I got my haters like, "Flippin' hell"
I'm dyslexic, I skip an L
These days I walk around like a made man
There's other people walking 'round like they made man
You know how the saying goes
"Make another Geordie", let's see
Let him call TJay twice and get four million streams
Go 'head, please, I'm tryna see suttin'
I remember shorty telling me I'd be suttin'
That's back when I didn't have the fire
It's back when I took the "get rich or die trying" to the wire
Told my brother, "Stay calm, stay free"
He's always on arms like a BCG
We were ying-yang twins for real
Cah he was selling smack, but I was sold on a smack DVD
And these days
These days there's way too many problems to have girl problems
That's a L problem
I got bro can't park with the scale problems
I got family with health problems
That's why I always gotta keep the thing clear with a bitch
I love Lizzy, man, I keep it sincere with a bitch
It is what it is, but they make it what it isn't
I'm tryna cut through without isms
And schisms
And just cheff riddims
I got no qualms about burning bridges
I hold grudges, no one's forgiven
Man saw the growth and started acting like children
You was waiting for your handout, I got building
Probably why they talking 'bout me in them buildings
If I sign anything, I need the whole building
I was up in Kilburn
Just me, my cousin, and a space heater
Making heaters for the real ones
Tryna make heaters so
Mumzy ain't shaking or scratching up her
Head when she's looking at the bill ones
Man of the house from young and I'm still one
Calling out funny energies when I feel one
Tryna take jokers out the pack when I deal one
Tryna kill every single loop when I build one
It can be a rap, R&B, or drill one, mmm
I still grill one
I ain't competing with these corporate head rappers
These talk to fed rappers
These previewing songs, but they're really dead rappers
These get a small advance, but still in the red rappers
These get a Moncler, but can't cover rent rappers
See, I can always hear when shit's make believe
Just know everything I rap about made me me
If I'm lying, I'm dying, if I couldn't, then I wouldn't
And if you don't see me this winter, just know I'm cooking
Yeah, yeah
If I couldn't rap, I wouldn't rap, I don't know
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