Gasman

Lyrics

[Intro: Jammer] Trapstar, Logan Shouts to Lee, Mikey, originals Boy Better Know [Verse 1: Jammer] It was all a dream, I used to read RWD Magazine Now I'm getting Ps in Leeds and Aberdeen Chilling with the team, got green and man are lean BBK, yeah, that's the family Hate it cause your wifey's a fan of me In the house with the wife, chilling with Valerie Old school dons know me as Jammer P Now I'm getting Ps, man are paying the salary Now I'm getting weight, man are watching the calories From the jungle like Skibba and Shabba D See me in the Tate, man are up in the gallery If it ain't about paper, I come up in an allergy Dem man are fake, I live in reality Real badboys from East, they back me From L-Stone right back to Hackney So when I'm on the roads, pussyholes can't chat me When I'm in the rave, DJs, they jack me Man have got bars like Chocolate Factory Big bag of weed in the back of the taxi Cuh man smoke weed like Auntie Patsy In the back of the taxi Cuh man smoke weed like Auntie Patsy These pussyholes can't jack me Me and Fusion, couple girls in the backseat [Verse 2: Fusion] Yo, I was in the rave with Frisco and Jammer Fuck up the dance like MC Hammer Girls love how I speak, love my grammar Might link Danielle, Chloe or Hannah Jacked for your jewels like Juelz Santana Think you're a badboy in your bandana? You'll get jacked and slapped with the hammer You'll get beat and whacked with the hanger Test this kid? No, I don't think so Everybody on mic thinking they're cold Till I buss two bars for your head like whoa You don't wanna see an MC go home Nobody cares if you've been jail, bro Nobody cares if you sell drugs, bro Nobody cares about your background, bro So change your bars and switch up the flow Me on the mic, I'm a G-O-D Rudeboy, you don't want it with M-E MCs try me recently Street Fighter time like D Double E I'm an east side rider, full time mic-er See me drive round on the block in a white car Come from Niger so I know Naira Never been Hyper but I'm that hyper [Verse 3: Blakie] I'm in it to win it, I wanna Get mine, yes, I'm feeling to kill it My bars light up just like the holy spirit So many guys say they're in it to win it, but I'm in it to finish I go back to the yard, finish my lyrics 25 more bars, feeling to kill it I've got so many bars that are missing a lyric So many MCs want a bit of the spirit You can't get that Make an MC fly away like a jetpack, you don't get that Come around here? Then you might get set back So many shots right into your headback Yes, I'm the next man, don't test man Tryna come into the game, don't test man Same door that I came through, so did ten man, I'm a lengman I've got 8 balls, I've got ten man So other MCs, please don't friend man You wanna bred man? You can't bred man Ten feet under, that's what I said, man