Vortex - Bars : SBTV lyrics

When they see me they're like Tex, what you been on though? I'm like, working on my floors like a condo Take a puff of this, neck down, grab a poncho Said he's got a K, well he k**s the convo I don't know if you've heard of my n***as Say you've got a wave, then we're certified swimmers I've been getting blazed, getting herbalised init On the M1, ga**ed trying to test the 335's limit Here's a minute for them critics, most of them b**hes I dig it, they're livid, 'cos they wanna be the missus While you got you got your Clarks on, Sitting on the the track You can play Hammond, May I get Stiggish I'm in it for the spinach, watch how I dead it My flows Supreme like a brof out of Ess** I use the green to get red that's the method Is it how high or hi, how did you get? This is an epidemic, I smell it like a bad perfume Can't miss it like a dad's curfew These b**hes want to hate, cos a n***a curved you Wanted a little yellow in her like Thunderbird 2 I ain't lying, I got a shine like a brother's church shoes Or a Rev. revving, making a Hummer swerve through Rah she's on the net, got a couple dirt views Like a million other girls ain't got a bum and curves too Where's your head at, tell something they can't do You're turning up in clubs, you weren't turning up to cla**rooms Now she's a gold digger, looking for a fast move Wants a little castle and palace little Pardew Tv sold these rappers a dream Getting pimped out Boy, them suits overcharged you You blew your dough here they Homer and Marged you I'm on the road like Cartman tryna cartwheel Wait, look, I used to be that guy up on the corner Tying little border, fresh out of school we hit the corner Nothing on my mind but p**y and tryna keep the ball up Had a little status on pirate radio and it was all love Well that's what I thought though, taught to keep low Be smart like court clothes Money cars and chains, family over all those You're cold? Fanny in a wardrobe, hold tight your goals... Lord knows I've been praying for these rappers that ain't got no talent an*lyse the game like Gary Linekar and Alan They say that I'm underrated 'cos I spit what they can't fathom I actually love music, they actually love ga**ing I'm just rapping, just a few [?] don't want to hear yours My n***as hungry, hit your ice like polar bear paws Titch told me watch my mouth, I was like yeah course Then it's more beeps than Wolverine at the airport With a pocket of change, two phones One set of keys and that metal thing on the string of his Air Force Bare wars on the road, where's the army? These n***as ain't ever playing, word to Diaby They're scared to cross my pen game, Charlie Charlie Charlie My piff got a pong, I'm old school like [?] Calmly, came up Yeah seven with an ounce We were setting up traps like little Kevin in the house Couple beefs from the east, couple rebels In the south sh** clicked went together like nettles and an [?] So keep thinking that I'm new sh**, I don't whip a nae nae kid Should of knew this, foolish