ManaMan

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm not gonna lie, if you ain't sick then you won't get a verse Sending for Blay only get man burst Get man hurt, man don't learn Man get boxed up, jaw get turnt Bredrins splurt, quickest scram Totally dang, shoes got left Man hit prams, fam understand I'll make your wifey plug food when we leave 'Dam You're not the man, dickheads rate your gang Raising your voice but no one's prang Raising your voice but, no one cares You'll get weighed left gasping air There's not one MC here I fear Man get bun any time any year Any time any year man get bun Man can't diss me or my mum For that right there man buss their gun For that right there shotgun get pumped Jaw get myth, leave man slumped Violate terms, shells will dumped I don't really care what 'dem man are on What 'dem man are on will always get slumped 'Dem man there ain't handling bread 'Dem man talk about whipping up crack but don't know how many grams in a Z If I gave my man a half of B, he would OD 'cause life got tense Swerve them man treat man like Fed Man can't badmind me and bread Mutual friend might open his head Might open his head in front of the marj My man's nan might get a likkle barge Tings get mad when man wanna tark Man don't bark, man i come to the yard Dunno why you wanna flex all hard Last time that I said that man got parred Take a man's wifey and go to Shard Make that pay on your savings card G-check me get sent to the morgue Man is on form, it won't be bless like Sunday morn Your folks will hate me for the son they mourn I've never cared what anyone thought Man try stab me when I was 15 so I didn't care when his limbs got torn So I didn't care when the yute got bored, it's a madting Harm my fam get left in the way, so much leg to the face So much head to the pave, so much stress for your bae Things weren't left for your day, it's cray Nah fuck that come again, it's Blay Flows too gone, evidence is bait Leave in enemies in intensive states All 'cause man wanna to dwell pon hate 'Cah I punched man up for less I punched man up for less than that Man wanna come invest in chat No, protect your chest and back Came in the room on a rude boy ting Now man are searching for teeth and manners These likkle yutes ain't beating hammers You're not bad - you'll get slapped and dragged You'll get tagged and bagged Raise that hand get nabbed Your mandem will all hold jabs Don't try flex on man, I'll suplex your nan Come on