Lyrics

Good afternoon everybody It's time for some classic old music Yo, you can't tell me shit about rap or mc I used to do it for a laugh now I'm making money All you motherfuckers try to raw me But you all no the name it's TtotheZ I will bully a riddim individually kill 'em Every opportunity and every chance that I am given I can make a man shiver with the flow that I Deliver its a different kinda current when you swim in my river I got dreams An I aim to achieve Visualise goals before go sleep Then a start new day work out where I wanna be It's cold in the streets So I come widda the heat An it gets bare views like am on the news I'm a Wanted man make ya chick confused how she's sat wiv u But she could be laid wiv me I live up in the hills But I came up off the street Now Iv gotta big drive but thats because Iv got drive The only time I used to drive is when I was out on a night Out with the lads calculating a graft Raggin cash out the wall Or pullin weed from a gaff Stickin around like Lennon and yoko Never getting rid of me never dats a no go Manaman moving like a boss up in the disco Touch down light up set it off Loco An I'm way ahead u man behind me like a slowcoach Got the whole game box stopped in a choke hold Yeah I got a vision see it clear like a go pro Get the gyally bouncin up n down like pogo This year I'm on a different wave Crashed a ferarri last year close shave Nearly went 6 feet deep in a grave And the fuckin ting cost me 300k But mans still hot still getting paid Coz nobody never test my work rate The next ferarris gun metal grey With Yellow calipers 19 plate Ah, ana man gotta Big bars all day Ah, now I'm coming for the whole UK Ah, they don't wan it to go my way But haters sit back watch me slay 'Cause nobody don't spit like me no more Always chattin about gangland war They be like I am soldier I got a new watch And I got bare guns bla bla bla I just wana have fun n that Cba wiv all guns n straps Half a the bakas who chat about crackers Ain't ever seen no man lettin off caps They ain't ever packed glocks n magz Ain't ever had to scope out arm blags About robbin man widda S n westons But they ain't had to wash up in petrol rags My day one man are really sick Most of these rappers ain't no squeezed no clips Most of these rappers ain't had no bath where hot waters laced With petrol and gas to clean off the shrapnel from spraying a gaff They keep anonymous in the dark at the back These real shottas don't do it for a laugh These sorta man u ain't ever gonna catch All these mcs they be hoping n praying That tom zanettti don't get back on the mic n start spraying Coz they know I set levels lift off super Sayan Gimme the beat that they got I breathe that fire n slay em Hating on status thinkin that is their way in Eager for ma reply so they can see wot am sayin I put them back to sleep n make em wish they had a lay in Because I'm flowin all night barred up till the am Baddy get me giddy giddy gyala wana see me If they coming for mi money Dem a gyal silly billy Baddy get me giddy giddy gyala wana see me If they coming for mi money Dem a gyal silly billy This year not about relationships, ah This year is about making hits This year is about stacking chips And this year is about feeling lit TZs a gold plated artist Watch how the views go mad on this One day I'll get the A list playlist I'm gonna get the recognition one of the greatest Me n my team we gonna get famous No label be able to tame us Gonna 'cause riots in raves and press So I'm headlining shows headlining papers An am only gonna need the heaviest agent Who can watch me write off stages My gang need to know straight up that To a mad situation I ain't no stranger Made in Leeds born off manor road Since I was a minor been making dough Shot a couple kegs an licked a couple grow Had to graft everday untill the music blow Original MC Funky and friendly Make ya gyally feel she be buzzin md Make ya gyally feel she be buzzin md
Writer(s): Thomas Byron Courtney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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