Faze Miyake - Hotline lyrics

The realest son [?] stay strong 2015, no giving away songs Man think Chippy is living but they wrong Informer fi dead and be giving away dons Why don't South London rate East? Lightsaber what the first one's writing If it ain't FT, it don't impress me Punch in the face on a come outside ting Yeah, sh**'s never exciting So give me one call, I'll belly that rightly Shouts out Merky, TK, Ego Shouts out shifts cause those, I put nights in [?] right by the chip shop Money at stake, we kidney and pied him Chair for Elf, one bag for Stelf And gunshot for Maxsta because I don't like him So if you're in that circle, fam You're more washed up than a Persil van I will clash five MCs on my own Don't get love from the Murkle Man I don't wanna make pals I've got a lot of targets I wanna take out I'm dangerous, I'll shell up in a safe house Cuh the levels in the scene all played out And you can't do a Bugzy Malone on me Nah, let alone roll on me Try raise your tone on me Like I ain't got twenty [?] bones on me I like the power, it's grown on me Tell 'em what's the matter? Volver a casa It means "go home, homie" They sent for me to get known They don't really know no beef Truth is, I k**ed off Slix I do a double, then I build up kids I wanna clash five man on my own But I ain't gonna lie, I feel like six Cause they'll have heard it's real like this And from "17" to "Fair & Square", I've been here all year And Stormzy ain't better than me But that's neither here or there And it's not that deep, not that important I was like 13, chilling in autumn Now I've got me and the UK behind me If you don't like the riddim, then report it Send back, they wanna send back? I ain't even gonna kick that link Why don't Jammer hand over the ten bags Instead of spending the money on ten bags? What's he gonna do when he's 40? Still keep running that big man ting? I ain't gonna lie, I ain't even turned 20 Still k** mic and I bring man in Who's that don? That don is a p**yhole Don't act like you've got links on links Me, I'm the connect, come be a middle man Opportunities for drinks on drinks And wait, I ain't even finished I swear down, I worked for my spot Don't care who, anybody knows That I like Devilman, I ain't concerned in God And I deserve the handicap clash Don't believe me? Then turn it off If not, pick five names out a hat I came from the flat, I'll burn their blocks And me, I still ride for the cause and they can't say otherwise And I don't run into the other side Because they get ducked down by the other side And they already know that I go hard Hop out the car, they get bu*terflies I went to Derby to buy the [...] But I never went and got that gunner five Revolution's televised Don't need fame, nah, don't need hella vibes Most grime MCs just chasing a deal Truth is, they're barely getting by And so many tunes 'bout how they're goons And they've got all the girls and they're hella fly When Bugzy Malone said Chip owes a hundred bags Was not telling lies And I was gonna leave out Mez But he sent before, so let me lick off his head Them man are Judas, can't ever move us Me, I'm on the table giving out bread Let me bless this wine Cause you already know I'm way more than next in grime Don't want none, not even a quarter Just like 36 Zs in 9s Nah, don't ever be one of them Man are mafia like [?] and them Can't say I'm struggling, let's just say I've been juggling Nah, it ain't that puzzling You ain't seen suffering, you was on the roads for the fun of it Me, I got bread, then I bu*tered it Now you can't draw me out, cartoon it or colour it You won't want none of it