[Verse 1]
I ain't feeling any love
n***as plotting to merk me and trust me I feel it in my blood
Believe me I'm a thug
But I'm blessed by the Lord
Think I'm crazy fam I feel it from above
Recognise a G
True that up in the shup sh**
These n***as started recognising me
But motherf**er don't be pressurising me
Got my pistol side of me
If I lift it that's just exercise for me
I'm running out of pump
Smoked about a nosy 'cos I'm low key and I ain't coming out for months
But when I start running out on punks
Shells hit your back and coming out your front
Got a blunt to pull
A pumpy talk
n***a I don't stunt with j**els
Don't let me get that UMP with force
That's a silly f**ing stunt to pull
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n***as like me bang
Rolling in a whitish van
Got the strally in a Nike bag
And I ain't got a icy hand
But the way I talk white
I should be the new ice cream man
[Verse 2]
You know I keep the toasters packed
Rolling with the loaded Mac
Got the strally with the scope and that
These n***as must be smoking crack
'Cos the nose on the Luger is similar to Postman Pat's
If I ever get my foot in the door
All these fake arse rappers I'll be cutting them all off
These n***as ain't bucking their tool off
This rap sh** stinks
I'm thinking 'bout f**ing it all off
Me and my shooters that lead claps
So you can come around with your dead straps
Squeeze off, take off the head back
(What you think Giggs is real?)
I want to know who the f** said that
I'm a pistol spraying artist
And the most sophisticated hardest
Get a chance I'ma manipulate the market
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