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Ay listen listen
One of the realest to rap
One of the realest to trap
One of the realest
They don't rate my ting, but their pockets are slim
Get in your bag and get out your feelings
Everything happens for a reason
They do it for show like Cleveland
Free bro on the wing like Mohammad Salah
Still in the middle of the field like Steven
Different kettle, ah ah
Different kettle of fish
I can't lie like my one slim but if she thick like Banks
Then let that in
She said I look like Tariq with the mask off
Hope that this ting don't fold like Lauren
They must think it's a joke when we met
Like we ain't got old school ones and moderns
Them man are baby boys so they gotta get pampered
Talk to me nice, gotta come with manners
Rate my boy cos he said "Fuck drip"
And invested his gwop into hammers
Stop it, start it, no manual
Click that button on the top left
We was young and dumb like Polo
Who woulda knew we would go onto hot heads
Sorry for the doors that was popped on innocents
Bro said 30, I told you it's not them, (I'm sorry)
I ain't never spent a day in the ring
But if I ain't with my ying I'll definitely box them
Me style, G style
I even got the opp thots banging my freestyle
Rest up the fallen and let all my Gs out
Mind who you chat to they give dropianas
That's who juice spilt, Tropicana
Had to tell bro chill for a sec
Cah we really made Lambeth hot like lava
In and out of bandos tryna get gwalla
I probably shot a 3.5 to your father
I don't know why but 30s hold back
Now I'm saying "fuck that" I really gotta go harder
Sticks and stones ain't breaking nothin
Lock that function the A-Teams comin
I want the pesos so I'm awake bro
I hit the roads when the birds are humming
Thought he done jug when the door got popped
He was there just then now I don't see nothing
Now I don't see nothing
Literally
But it's better for them cah it would've been nothing but misery
She still wanna know why 30s say "Bow"
You wouldn't last on the pitch, but lemme not judge like Simon Cowell
Flick of the wrist my ting gets tekky
Trust me, a couple could tell you how
Charged up like my iPhone
They stepped out of line so we're playing it foul
Free YM that's reverend get there
No question about what I mention
He went with his phone when he's stepping
If that was me I'd be onto my bredrin
Convoys a whip and a ped ting
You ain't tryna see that combination
I don't know wagwan for my man
I ain't tryna have no conversation