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[Verse 1] Drug dealer I wear Nike, not Fila Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa I've had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up Mainstream tunes, couldn't make one That was mathematics for the class clown dunce ABC’s I wanted Q’s Get a B, make 2 Crime Watch, mandem face on news Directs spamming, pay me dues Greed for money, gas like juice Take it lightly, it's just food Certain man haffi kill of the mood Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge? [Verse 2] On serious note, I joke I ain't a serious bloke, I smoke Jump on a beat like a frog of a boat Take a leap, just float Take a leaf out my book, I know Tried to believe them, lost all hope I just wanna chill, go home Jump on my push bike and I zone Ring ring ring, answer my phone Getting sick of my own ringtone Pedal on shit so long People need to go, grow a back bone I'm bad to the bone, yeah biddididi And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit Yeah, timid never know I put my spirit in it Real in the zone like [Verse 3] It's T None of me sounds like them, chief I put the T in 10, deep More melodies than doe Dun' know what you dun' know, it's T I put the T in trend, me About to run something, scene About to don this ting, 'ow ya mean? Come through the fog I'm king on a road Digging for gold Run from the boy them hood on the low Switch off my phone, ain't going home Locked in a box, stuck in a zone Zone out again, sit and reflect Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard So I ain't going yard, walk in the dark Walk in the park I ain't playing no Giggs [Verse 4] Bunning a blem, chill doing trips 10/10, Tell them again Blind to the sky, live on a high Feed the supply to all the mandem Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay I'm a G, yes Draw for the knife and the CS Bally on tight, F the BS, PS Come around here, leave teeth-less Jesus couldn't save this yout Don't pray to him he ain't saving you Hate me, you must hate the truth Box your chin and make you change your tune If it's gonna get physical Slyly I'm gonna bring in a tool Try me you could get slumped in two One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot If it's gonna get physical Slyly I'm gonna bring in a tool Try me you could get slumped in two One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot [Outro] Rrrrah And the farmers are coming Pitchforks sharp and they comin', comin' Mhahahahah
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