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Lyrics

How many times have I gotta prove i'm sick With these lyrics and shit Flows are all mad How many times have I gotta shoot this mac Had a niggas chest plate to watch his whole frame collapse How many times Have I gotta smoke a spliff to forget about the dramas that are happening How many songs have I gotta make until I blow You don't like my shit go suck your dad I write what gets me gassed Still that little nigga on the backs Two sacks of weed in me pocket bout to shot them both to Max Still in the trap counting stacks Weather its bud tho or swag tho or money of the hash When me doughs low I get an oz of each and hit the trap Come back and buy bud and make a few flips like that I've got me hands in all pies I pick and choose what I hop into Could have the swag phone booming but the punters are all boppin to me music Scousematic it's a mad ting Tryna shot them something and they're talking bout Aren't you that rap king from pool it must be you I'm like nah its not so what you want 2 in 2 Nigga this is bait I had to phone my mate Like yo jump on this George for me till I see me other mate (nice one g) Punters talking bout ya gonna blow I'm like save it bro what the fuck you no about this music g Your smoking on dope Holes in your clothes You need to swerve that before you talk to me about some visions and goals And all other tings to b achieved He said 'I nah I fucked up, but don't be like me and fuck up' I said I ain't tryna be like you but imma take that advice and give this rap ting ago Cus if it pulls of i'm nice true i'm nice with the flow Plus i've got game i'll run right through your hoe So don't have her slipping round me I'll have her dripping down b And then stripping down when I get them nikkers down She best be prepared for action 3.5's, pump actions, short 9's and MAC-10s is what a niggas grasping when its time for blasting