AJ Tracey - Withdrawal Symptoms lyrics

[Intro] Yo, no long intro needed, yeah f** this dickhead crackhead Thinks cause he's on Lord of the Mics, he's hard Come on, 30, you're boring (Yawn), listen [Verse] Row D's saying my name cause he wants A likkle piece of the pie, n***a, that's life You're 30, you're 30 And you take lines of the (sniff), lines of the white You suffer from depression, I was gonna ease you up f** that, it's grime I'm gonna clean the scene, fam, it's time f** every single little batty get-along guy You begged PK for a feature You begged Big Zuu for a feature You begged Jay Amm for a feature You begged Saint P for a feature You're 30+ on the Macclesfield team Sniffing lines of the fuel won't make you harder MTM is under 21s And we're topping the league, next team, we're Barca You don't know what I know about you You're a j**eller and you'll get a minimum too Ga**ed your fans that I don't move food But you grabbed the T off me for your dudes You grabbed the T off me for your mum Probably done half of the ting on your ones Eskimo Dance, you were twiddling thumbs Cuh nobody wanted you onstage, tough luck Said that you brought MicTy but you didn't though You've been spraying ten years and you didn't blow My boy from Grove piped your ex And you spit about her all day, bet you didn't know Talk about murk on a dub was dumb cuh Now you can't even go west or south cause I'll punch you in your yellow teeth mout And I don't even do mic chat, I do road, so You have draws in a little pink sock, you're a bum Oh, you wanna chat about me and my funds? I've got a whip and you stay at your mum's And you flick draws off Jay, it's so dumb You begged [?] left Wembley After the Alibi set, you were burning Try sit down on the curb like a**embly Asked us man for a lift, got a burning You got left in the cold, you're a sideman Us man are younger than you, more hunger than you You're a twig, us n***as all stronger than you Sent for Zuu, it got longer for you What you gonna do if you see me on set Cuh you can't hide behind Jammz? No, I'm not coming to your crib in Kings Cross, fam You're just a certified fan XP put you in the mud on a normal This little dub right here's informal You're still staying at your mum's, that's awful You're still diving through pum with a snorkel Itching cause you weren't lying for the fame Row D, no one's gonna buy that name You're a victim, you ain't gonna slide back way Come Grove, guarantee you're gonna die that day I went uni cause I've got brains You make change but you've got no chains You're broke, all you do is sniff and smoke And cry about how your ex girl got poked "Gay Jay Snakey", yeah, that's a good one If I belled your girlfriend, then she would come I didn't really wanna send but I'm bored, so Might still catch a man's set on a hood one Everybody tryna take sides, man see you Trust me, right now, I wouldn't wanna be you Row D, I got a blue tick in a year And you've been tryna call for a tick for a year Now I won't flick you a T cause you're broke Your credit rating's wrong, too low Unmatched designer, yeah, that's calm But unmatching tracksuits, fam, you're a joke YouTube comments, all day you're getting corn Waste of an egg, should've never got born I'm Row D's dad, not a metaphor Quick "Catz Riddim", no long peppercorn It's Row D Still no wheel Spit another sixteen, still no wheel Bum licked the DJ, still no wheel I performed at birthdays and you crept onstage Capo and Nico didn't wanna spit Cuh they came to support and you came to spray Everywhere I go, "Naila" gets played Been in the venue, crowd's going mad Row D dub? Never gets played SoundCloud, you've got two real plays SoundCloud, rudeboy, check my plays Withdrawal, withdrawal You're a cat, likkle big man, withdrawal You're a cat, you're a cat, got withdrawal Couldn't bring yourself, you got withdrawal Withdrawal, withdrawal Never got PRS, got withdrawal Don't get reloads, got withdrawal Spent all your dough, you got withdrawal AJ from the Lane Bun an MC like flame Oh, what a shame It's the end of the game [Outro] You sniffhead You dirty sniffhead Don't f**ing @ me, you p**y, man Then I draw my energy out on dem tings dere Everyone knows you're sh**, fam Stop f**ing chatting sh** About spin people in MTP, bruv My little brother don't even spit, he'll spin you You're just a pensioner, you f**ing dickhead, bruv